you wasted life why wouldnt you waste the afterlife?
Living in a house with approx. six people there at all times (not including various family members....not mine) is getting a bit trying. I don't even technically llive at Joey's, I live with my boyfriend....but things have gotten pretty tense with that situation, so I spend most of my time over in this "real world:graduation week" scenario. Just lots of catfighting, alliances being formed and broken, sex and drug abuse (well, more the latter than the former, unfortunately
), partying, crying, laughing, making authentic mexican tacos (using tortillas we fried ourselves), pirates and booty (well, either).
In between I've somehow managed to spend a trillion dollars and still feel like shit every morning. I've realized Im not a very "nice" person, because I automatically dislike girls I meet unless they prove otherwise.
But one thing I'll NEVER stop hating? Coke Sparrows calling my boyfriend at four in the morning because she just "wanted to chat". Like my friend says, "It doesn't take much to cut a diagonal slit in your sweatshirt and call yourself a hipster." ARGH. Maybe I just need to take some Midol and go to bed early tonight.
It just sucks having such a death warrant written across the face of our relationship....the fact that as soon as he graduates in three days, we are broken up. How can I even keep up the pretense of playing girlfriend for his parents when I can't even convince myself?
Eh, whatever. None of this is the dude's fault, and I feel bad he has to deal with my bullshit. I plan to take a break from relationships for a good 6-12 month period after this, I've earned it. I literally have not been single for more than two weeks since I got to college.
Now its time to go waste my after-life.
If there exists a heaven and hell, then there exists a limbo, an in-between place where everything is static and nothing ever changes. It's not as bad as hell, but its close.
Im getting more and more convinced that limbo is Oberlin during grad week
Living in a house with approx. six people there at all times (not including various family members....not mine) is getting a bit trying. I don't even technically llive at Joey's, I live with my boyfriend....but things have gotten pretty tense with that situation, so I spend most of my time over in this "real world:graduation week" scenario. Just lots of catfighting, alliances being formed and broken, sex and drug abuse (well, more the latter than the former, unfortunately
), partying, crying, laughing, making authentic mexican tacos (using tortillas we fried ourselves), pirates and booty (well, either).
In between I've somehow managed to spend a trillion dollars and still feel like shit every morning. I've realized Im not a very "nice" person, because I automatically dislike girls I meet unless they prove otherwise.
But one thing I'll NEVER stop hating? Coke Sparrows calling my boyfriend at four in the morning because she just "wanted to chat". Like my friend says, "It doesn't take much to cut a diagonal slit in your sweatshirt and call yourself a hipster." ARGH. Maybe I just need to take some Midol and go to bed early tonight.
It just sucks having such a death warrant written across the face of our relationship....the fact that as soon as he graduates in three days, we are broken up. How can I even keep up the pretense of playing girlfriend for his parents when I can't even convince myself?
Eh, whatever. None of this is the dude's fault, and I feel bad he has to deal with my bullshit. I plan to take a break from relationships for a good 6-12 month period after this, I've earned it. I literally have not been single for more than two weeks since I got to college.
Now its time to go waste my after-life.
If there exists a heaven and hell, then there exists a limbo, an in-between place where everything is static and nothing ever changes. It's not as bad as hell, but its close.
Im getting more and more convinced that limbo is Oberlin during grad week
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inabsentia:
Hope things get better for you. It's a shitty feeling to know that a relationship must necessarily end at a certain point, even if you only have a small attachment to it. Things will look up.
silencenoir:
I'm back and missed talking to you. Hope things are going well in your part of the world. 