What a strange month. I’m single once again but I’m strangely happy and completely okay with it. Let the summer begin!
I watched three documentaries today and now I’m just questioning my life. Where do I go next? What do I do next? I don’t like feeling stuck. On to the next venture.
Before you slip into unconsciousness I’d like to have another kiss. Another flashing chance at bliss.
Was looking through my old yearbook and I somehow totally forgot that the last page was the beginning of someone’s suicide letter. This brought back so many mixed emotions. I’m glad you’re still here.
I want to go to Lake Retba.
I think it’s time I pursued my career as a mortuary make-up artist. That’s the main reason I went in to this stupid mother fucking superficial field. I do not want to interact with people every day. I fucking loathe people. I can’t stand pretending to actually care about your stupid pathetic lives, I’d prefer to interact with your pets, preferably pugs.
Ah the anxiety is already kicking in for tomorrow! I’m going to shadow a few stylists at a salon I could potentially be working for. Interview went great and I hope this runs smoothly as well! Wish I wasn’t so awkward socially.
Treat your ears right. Listen to this album. https://www.facebook.com/catchthematinee