I finally figure out who I am, and I'm happy about it. I am me. Short, cynical, funny, and armed with a green ukulele. And obviously I'm going to have my ugly days, I mean I'm not the prettiest of girls, but I'll deal. How come something as simple as completely cutting off communication can spin me into a whirlwind of binge eating, Michael Buble listening and obsessive Skins viewing? [and no, skins isn't porn you fucking pervs.]
And hey, how come some just get it? They just walk in the light. They know how to deal with situations and don't rely on a blog to complain to.
Oh Michael, why can't every man be just like you?
I think its the Skins that's making me over dramatic. I'm typing like Carrie from Sex and The City after Mr Big pisses her off. My fingers are in fury.*
Maybe one day I'll get it. I'll graduate and the opportunities for great friendships, relationships etc will open up. And maybe one day someone wont take me for granted.
Luckily I have some of the best friends in the whole entire universe. Unfortunately they walk in the light. But they let me tag a long. and I love them.
"xo"
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*gross.
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