being soul-read by a self help book from the 90s is mortifying. but actually quite helpful.

sincerity is dead, long live irony!

ending my torrid love affair with the Discourse TM

sometimes you do a double feature of chicago and gone girl alone in your room till after midnight. that's life.

y'ever have a moment of clarity and change your mind in the middle of a blogpost about your mindset? highly recommend!

staring into the eyes of a wicked decision tree of my whole existence or something

all men on college campus know is to give me influenza-A apparently. wtf.

urgh. lingering shame.

you ever get that feeling of overwhelming hopelessness due to realizing how sidelined you are in your own life? yeah, me neither.

get your shit together!

new leaves and such and such, hello, goodbye, et cetera and so forth...

well, better than the alternative?

an unspiked drink is like an angel without wings or whatever they say.

it was fun while it lasted!

my heart's fucking empty and I'm tryin to fill it up, but it's not big enough for the both of us!

it's just one of those nights. cheers.

yeah, I guess I'm my own boss. but everyone's my supervisor >:(

I change my mind too quickly for this...