Fuck, I hope he NEVER goes to Jared. I don’t want every single female in a fifty-foot radius to give me these googly eyes and tell me what I already know. “He went to Jared, oh shit.”

solution for any tea that i am experimenting with and don't really like

add a shitload of honey

I was digging through a box of old Christmas cards when I stumbled upon an unusually thick one. Did I forget to retrieve a gift card, perhaps? Apparently, I hid all of my Christmas cash in one envelope and forgot about it until now! Fuck yes! Could this day get any better?

What the fuck is that. Hey, can you turn down the radio? No, yeah, it’s loud. Why’ve you got a radio under a pillow? What the, no, fuck.

I guess I’ll get up now.

we always said “friends first, a band second”

the things i say to my hair in the morning sound like a parent who is severely disappointed: “what is wrong with you, why can’t you just be like the rest of them? why can’t you just be NORMAL, i hate you i hate you. one day i am just going to get rid of you”

shaking&crying is not as glamourous in real life

Saturday Morning Thoughts

• I wonder if I will become an overzealous salt-and-pepper-er like my mom. She does it to everything, including salads. Maybe that’s normal?
• I’m going to shower just to feel a little bit accomplished today.
• Fuck me, the library is closed due to snow. It’s almost impossible for me to do work within 10 feet of my bed. Pillows and blankets>papers and binders.
• Should I just cruise into the basketball game by myself? I’m probably not going to be in there for more than fifteen minutes. But then, what’s the point?

Conclusion thus far: I am searching for a reason not to crawl back into bed for the rest of day.

Sometimes, I disgust me.

I just mean that I annoy myself. It gets pretty loud in my head.

Have you ever gotten that feeling where it seems like the night will last forever? Not for any good reason, or bad reason for that matter. Maybe it’s the melatonin speaking, but I know for a fact that I am still speaking for myself. “Of course it’s happening in your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

Nothing so remarkable happened tonight and tomorrow is promising. When I was younger, I had a really hard time falling asleep. I could never stop thinking about things and my feet would be so cold but I would be so hot. In attempts to fall asleep, I would try to shift my thoughts from scary/negative/anxious to things I loved/wanted/anticipated in a good way. I knew that the next morning was waiting for me, flying across oceans and landmasses, allowing me to enjoy daytime once again. Nighttime is nice only because I can’t seem to fall asleep on time. A lot of cool shit goes down at night. Lately though, I’ve felt that darkness is useless if you’re alone.

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