Eye Boogers and Worms and Scabs Hello, O. It is I, the depressed girl. Well, I was depressed. I am now hypomanic. You should look up how that goes. I have a bug bite in my bellybutton, wich is now scabbing. I am about to cut it off.... Just kidding. Ouch? I have coffee in the making right now, which should make #life ok for the moment. Also, I am picking some giant eye boogers out of my eyes right now. Basically, this is me trying gross you out. I do believe it's working. We all get eye boogs, just not all of us speak of them. I think I'm getting skinnier. Not purposely, but I have been a hyperactive mess for a few days right now. I don't sit down on my breaks at work and when I am home, I go out and jump rope or take walks. It feels amazing. I want a snapback. I'm not some sort of ass wagon or anything, but I want to be a baller. Is it stupid that I feel like my dreams are predictions of the future? Maybe it isn't stupid to you, but it's scary to me. I just had a cute idea to pour cold coffee all over me and go roll around with some worms while listening to Sublime. Eh. Someone's gotta do it.

Just Sad I am not cut out for friendships or relationships. I honestly wouldn't be hurt if I had to die alone.

Happy Sadddd This morning, I woke up in my boyfriend's bed. I could barely open my eyes. Like, I'm always just exhausted. We cuddled for a while and whatnot. No rush to get up- it was like 6:20. We got all warm and kissy and I got sleepy. And then he's like "would you like some coffee, princess?" and I was like "yeah". Psh, like I would say no to coffee! And we spent the next thirty minutes together (which was lovely) until he took me home. Well I am at fucking work now, and I hate it. This place brings me down, man. Like, so low. I am miserable and I want to be with people that I love. Not these ignorant fucking hicks. Actually, I want to move to San Francisco and bring Drew, Kayloo, and my mom with me. I love them and I hate this. Currently listening to Sepia Rainbows by Ugress. Thank you.