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I feel like crap this morning. And I can’t shake it off. My heart really needs a break.
Sunshine
True that. But I didn’t expect that response to come out of her. I’m grateful for my friends.
I may or may not have spent multiple hours on OKCupid trying to figure this shit out. Oh and rating dudes based on their (un)attractiveness has become an addicting pastime of mine today. So much fun to judge based on looks.
I also may or may not have messaged 1 dude today. Seriously gorgeous or else I wouldn’t have. And we are apparently a 92% match according to OKC. Way to pinpoint my type right on the money, website. I’ve seen maybe 2 other attractive ones out of like a zillion. But I didn’t message them because I’m too scared to.
I think this is a BIG step for me. And honestly after the past few days, I needed the pickmeup. Maybe I’ll tell you about the last few days after I calm down about it.
Are women seriously so much more superior than men that God had to make us suffer regularly? My body hates me. I thought because I make sure it looks good, the least it could do is not hate me like it does. I’m staying in bed today. This is the worst I’ve felt in years.
They say that the best way to either get over someone or not think about something (like waiting to hear back for something) is to stay busy. I’m not entirely sure if it applies to the former, as I found myself not over my exes when I became idle/not busy again. But maybe this way is applicable to the latter. Luckily I have my GMAT studies to preoccupy me. I’m really rusty on my math skills. Still decent but I’m so slow.
You know those insecurities that build and compound every second what you want to or are waiting to hear doesn’t happen? Yeah that’s me right now. In multiple instances. I’m going to give myself a stomach ulcer soon at this rate.
Obsessed with Robin’s new track. Obsessed I tell you. Hey hey hey.
It gets 3 hours of sleep Thursday night. So I give it 9-10 last night and it wakes me up in 5.5? At least let me go back to sleep. Wtf is wrong with my body?
I don’t think I fully understand what I’m getting myself into. And I am damn sure I’d be advised against it by everyone I know. Why I’ve chosen not to heed such advice is not fully comprehendible, but it’s really an instinct, a hunch. Will it turn out the way I want? Who knows?! Will I regret it? I don’t think so.
Fingers crossed. Sorry for being vague but I cannot, absolutely cannot afford to jinx this. So just cross your fingers for me?
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Damn straight. Don’t try to tie me down.
