literally nothing ever sounds like a better option than sleep. there are so many books to read, projects to start, stuff to draw, chores to do, people to meet, hobbies to learn, recipes to cook, i could teach myself mandarin fuckin chinese, but i’d rather be unconscious

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

— Every Last One (Anna Quindlen)

In efforts to stop media stalking this guy I deleted all my social networks. Extreme? Yes. Necessary? Probably not.

I’m having a mental breakdown. And I made the effort to start going to therapy a month ago, but they’re taking their time. They gave me an evaluation and told me to come back in two weeks. I don’t feel like I should have to prance around for attention and demand to see someone, to get help. I just want someone to help me understand why I feel the way I feel. I want answers. I don’t want to wait two weeks for them either.


Stuff you could get away with saying on a kid’s show in the 90s, part II