Gotta get up and go to work in three and a half hours. Can’t get to sleep because I any stop splitting an breaking off my ends. How great.
“The Credible Hulk.” Haha. Clever.
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Me 4 years ago: I'm going to live alone in a flat in London and study psychology at Cambridge.
Me 2 years ago: I'm going to live alone in Manhattan and study creative writing at NYU.
Me 1 year ago: I guess I'm going to live at home and study broadcast journalism at the the private college in town.
Me now: I'm quitting college to become a medical transcriptionist, get married, and start a family.
I keep thinking about my wedding day and how my recently deceased aunt should be there. But she won’t be.
I know marriage is about more than a wedding and I wish she could be here to see us grow. But I really wish she could’ve at least stayed around just long enough to see my sister graduate and me get married.
Oh gosh I can’t stop crying. I miss her so much.
When people say, “Stop pulling your hair!”
Yeah, sorry, excuse me for indulging in the compulsive disorder I’m trying so desperately to control, even through I’m perpetually disgusted with myself and my behavior and my lack of willpower to stop. I’m so very sorry that my efforts aren’t good enough for you, because I’m sure you know exactly what it’s like to stress and pull and stress and pull and survey your own damage in horror
Ohkay.
Stop, Look, and Listen.
The next person that tells me to “Just stop doing that to yourself” I’m going to punch them in the face. Seriously. It’s kind of been a problem in my life for, oh I don’t know, 11 years. It’s a DISORDER. You can’t just STOP a DISORDER. Unless I post something in your area of expertise DO NOT comment about it. I write about my struggles for people who share my struggles, not for third party observes to unwarrantedly offer advice on subjects which they’ve no understanding. I’m pretty much beyond aggravated at this point. Ugh.
My brain during the day: ........................
My brain at bedtime: What do I want to be when I grow up? Why is the sky blue? What are other planets' atmospheres like? I want to land on the moon. What if they fell off the moon?! I want pizza. I like pizza. I wonder when I can have pizza. I need to sleep. Why can't I sleep. Tumblr.
You know what sucks more than being fat? Having this few eyelashes.
