Thank you! I’m not sure which post you are referring to but thank you so much
all i want for my birthday is flawless skin, flawless eyebrows, and fifty million dollars. only then will i be complete.
ON A HAPPIER NOTE, A PIECE OF MY WRITING IS BEING PUBLISHED IN THE TRAVEL JOURNAL OMG
oh my GOD i hate my skin so much and i’m pretty sure it’s the cause for 99% of my self esteem issues and i’m so fuckin pissed that i’m going to bed
WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE SUCH BAD SKIN
WHY CAN’T I HAVE PERFECT SKIN
april 21st / thoughts
I’m kinda sorta living in constant fear of slipping into another depressive episode. I’m nicely grounded for now, but I know it won’t last. I know I’ll snap at some point or another, but I never know when. It’s really scary.
I suppose right now I’m lucid enough to realize how wonderful I am. I’m a pretty good catch and I have a lot to be proud of. I’ve got the most terrific friends, even if they aren’t all in the same place. And I was just thinking today about how magnificent it is that I get to live here, in a place where learning is so accessible. I could learn about absolutely anything at this huge university, and it’s sad to think that I won’t have this many resources forever. Even though I really hate it here sometimes, even though I hate the big lectures and the beer-guzzling college bros and the feeling of being a little minnow in a really big pond, it’s just so wonderful that I have the opportunity to learn so much. And I can’t believe how much I’ve already learned. I really am getting a great education, and that’s a lot to be grateful for.
Yesterday was warm and sunny. I went hiking with Morgan and we appreciated the mossy rocks in the stream and the lovely fallen trees and the daffodils and the crocus carpets by the old barn. We sat on a tree that had fallen over the creek bed and we ate blackberries and strawberries and kissed a lot. Someone had arranged the river stones beneath us into a peace sign. It felt very serene, to sit there and listen to the running stream and the cardinals. Even though Wisconsin in April is hardly spectacular in comparison to other lovelier and wilder places, it seemed like the most beautiful place in the world that day. Just Morgan and me and the birds.
Do you ever have a problem where you just don’t know how to reply to an argument, not because you don’t know the answer, but you just don’t know where to begin? Like, the foundation of knowledge you’d need to impart to this person before you could even begin to drag them out of their sinkhole of ignorance would cost thousands of dollars if it were coming from a university?