I cannot. I cannot handle the irony of life sometimes. I am far too distractable for my own good and I thought I was over this shit. Run-ins with former loves in conspicuously cozy huddles outside of the abode is something I wish upon no one.
Will try to pause the inferno plaguing my brain until I at least finish tonight’s disaster of an essay assignment. All I wanted was coffee.
It took me a while to devise a solid New Year’s resolution, but I figure it’s better late than never, right? I will try to procrastinate less, but alas that is too easy to break.
Instead, my goal is to make sure that I live 2011 according to my own terms. Doing what I want to do and not allowing other people to waste my time or my heart. Step one = London. Got my passport today. Will travel. For myself. And will thereby graduate early next year. So many beautiful possibilities.
Still unsure of my future/career/internships/so much. But I’m going to make an active effort to stop worrying and do what I feel for awhile. I think it’s a plan I’ve put aside for far too long.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”—Frida Kahlo (via fuckyeahfemmes, afghanipoppy)