I crave the anonymity of the internet. I use this blog to ramble.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via observando)
I should be applying to jobs, but I feel like writing poetry instead (take that as figuratively as possible).
Felt like listening to Daft Punk. I think I’m attracted to monotony.
Felt serious anxiety seeing someone at work IMing a guy I kinda have a crush on. Felt immediately ashamed. Wondered why I was crazy. Had to tell myself to chill the fuck out.
Considering the possibility of sleeping with people I know I should not sleep with. Desperation at it’s best [worst]?
I can’t figure out what it is I want to do with my life. Join the club, you say? Okay. Be there in ten.