In last 2 weeks, I have occupied a kind of weird limbo, floating between houses and people and decisions. It’s exhausting, let me tell you. The entirety of my existence is based on my sole purpose to ignore all to-do lists and potentially important responsibilities in favor of the fun shit, essentially. I do not recommend this when it’s the end of the year and you have to move out, spend a bunch of unnecessary money and find a new place to live. Change is a somewhat terrifying concept to me. I seem to get about thinking that if we’re all having fun, everyone will just continue to do the same thing and have that same fun for the sake of good times and being young and alive. U feel me? But we get older and graduate and have to think about landlords and public transport fines and what to make for dinner when our parents come to visit. Guess I can’t be 7 forever.
Sorry about being so cynical tonight. I really am just terribly overdramatic and have consumed far too much reality tv in the past 48 hours. The world ain’t so bad. Goodnight!