I guess you were afraid of what everyone is made of.

I'm forcing myself to write a post. It's hard without all my photos. I feel like I have nothing for you guys. Little bit of a recap: After a month of expecting the worst out of this relationship (using the term very loosely) things are looking up. The only thing that ever really went wrong was my anxiety. I hate myself for it. I need more sleep and some Zanax. Things are busy. School is a drag. But I didn't expect a lot out of it. I bought an Under The Radar (indie magazine) and reading it makes me regret renewing my SPIN subscription for another year. I should of known it was all going downhill issue wise after U2 graced the cover this summer. I wonder if you can end it early... Probably not. After an informal conversation and seeing the shirt for it on I Love Fake I finally bought The Catcher in the Rye. It's a little dry but I'm sure considering it's such a fucking hit it'll turn up for me. I have three new pimples. I counted. And I'm not sure how they got there. A friend lent me an old textbook on philosophy that's actually proved to be really interesting. But to be blunt I think there's much better references out there and I'm giving it back to her Monday. Sorry. I think I'm getting ridiculously close to getting my dad to let me redo my room. I just need a few days where I don't have anything going on and he's in a good mood. I'm considering working out again to get my swimmer body back. I feel unfuckable. Other than the fact that my computer is in the shop and I can only rely on Pink Mountaintops and St. Vincent videos on youtube for music life has been okay. I can expect more out of it. But as for now I'm fairly content. Not happy. But close. Everyone have a great sunday. I'll probably post something tonight <3