When you're in a relationship for six months, and then you break up, there's this sort of feeling like,
'How do I life?'
I think that's the big issue here.
I'm not going to think about his stupid reasons, or how lonely it is being single.
I'm not going to think about his stupid reasons, or how lonely it is being single.
I'm going to think about being busy.
I'm upset with myself about this.
I actually don't think I ever really hate myself.
See, there's a certain level of narcissism that comes with doing this- blogging. With putting my stuff out there.
Actually, I think that there's a certain amount of narcissism that comes with doing a lot of things in life.
Almost every afternoon I sit in the classroom of my favorite teacher, with my best friend, two people I respect a whole crap ton, and pitch them my ideas, and rant and have other interesting conversation.
And there's a certain amount of narcissism in walking into Powell's room, sitting down and assuming that he wants to listen to me blabber.
I'm okay, I think that's what I'm saying.
I'm okay.
Listening to: YoGPoD 15: Halloween Special
Currently reading: Beauty Queens by Libba Bray, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Anglou, and Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Kolsterman.
Mostly Played iTunes Song: Maybe- Lauren Fairweather
NaNoWriMo prewriting progress: No more than yesterday
Mostly Played iTunes Song: Maybe- Lauren Fairweather
NaNoWriMo prewriting progress: No more than yesterday
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