I was having another shitty day. I hurried home and got some food in my stomach. I went to bed early because I just wanted to close my eyes and forget about the world for a while. But right when I was about to fall asleep this all comes back and now it is impossible. I hate all these feelings. I always get asked the question; “Don’t you miss home?” And I’ve been thinking...
I miss my piano so much it hurts right now.
Why I love this city so much #1
Because I can get the fuck out of wherever I am when I get restless and just need some air.
I feel like a sap,
but I really miss you and I wish I could trust you and I wish you could call me and calm me down and say those soothing words like you always do. “No big deal” and “no bullshit”. Because I really need that and I really need you.. and that’s what I hate. I hope this week is gonna make me realize that I actually can trust you and that this is no big deal, whatsoever.
111 Lessons Life Taught Us →
“14. I don’t need a certain number of friends, just a number of friends I can be certain of.”
My love for peanut butter,
Me: The other day I discovered the most delicious thing!
Brother: ...and that was?
Me: Tortilla chips with peanut butter!
Brother: ..wait, what?
Me: Yeah, I know it sounds weird.. I thought so when I was eating too.. I had to Google it to find out how weird it was, you know. And apparently it was quite weird, actually, most people seems to think it is disgusting.
Brother: Ok, so you not only come up with the strangest idea of eating tortilla chips with peanut butter, but then you decide to Google it too, just to find out where you scored on that scale from 1 to batshit crazy. How much help do you need?
Trying to decide whether to study or just wing these damn tests today and then go home and sleep until Monday next week?
I've lived in this apartment for 3 weeks now,
and I still haven’t seen any of my neighbours. However, I do know that they’re fucking awesome because they have the best taste in music ever. The other day one of them was listening to Robyn and right now another one is blaring The Black Keys. I fucking love this place.
Being the true geek I am,
Since I have this weird love/hate-relationship for math and numbers I’ve always had a thing for Excel. I mean it’s like the coolest fucking program you can have on your computer. There’s like no limit to what you can actually do. Today I updated my Mac with the latest MicrosoftOffice and the new Excel completely changed my life. I feel like a kid on Christmas, I mean, seriously,...
Today is the day I’m officially going to finish my 3 assignments that I’ve kept putting off. If I do finish them today I’m going to reward myself by buying a new book and then spend the remaining time of my day in bed, reading. Sounds good, yeah? So why the fuck am I still not taking care of shit in my life?
The boy left for work an hour ago and I promised myself I would start working on this solution brief paper as soon as he did. But what am I doing? I’m enjoying a big cup of coffee hanging around on tumblr. I just want to get this paper done with, but I absolutely hate this assignment. I’ve written 2000 words already and then my teacher sends me this email and completely kills my idea....
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowded...– Henry Rollins (via johnvondoom)
I want to hide under my blankets, again.
My anxiety level is on an all time high right now, I’m about to fucking explode into pieces. I hate this feeling and it gets to the point where I just want to run away, as I always have done. I guess I was never meant to stay in one place for too long. Right now I just wonder if I can do this, and that drives me crazy, because I promised myself, no more bullshit. No more running, I want...
This weekend has been so weird. Well, this whole week has been. It feels like I’m in some kind of movie, these things just don’t happen in my life. It’s driving me a bit insane because I really can’t tell if it’s good or bad. I’m just trying to do the best of it while hoping it’s not going to hurt me in the end.
I like people too much or not at all.– Sylvia Plath (via johnvondoom)
notnowjacques: Run Right Back - The Black Keys ...