One month to go.
Damn I am ready to lave. I would seriously just leave my shit here, take my cat and go.
Fuck my apartment. Fuck my job. Fuck everyone here. It is more stressful being here than worrying about making it in NYC. I swear people live to screw you over. It's fucking disgusting. I'm glad I learned long ago to stop trusting anyone. Including my family.
But surprisingly, I am in a good mood. I ate too much and spent too much this weekend but I feel OK. I worked out a good amount and felt happy. Drank too much but whatever. Won't be able to do that soon. I won't be able to do any of the bad things I like, such as b/ping, cutting myself, being drunk 24/7 or being naked all the time. Ahh roommates.
I don't even feel like updating.
1:17 p.m. - 2011-08-01
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