Body like a mountain, mind like the sky....
MAYBE flying to FL in September.
Have not found a job for the summer yet but if I get this one internship (with a VERY good organization) then I would have to work for 3 months.
There are reasons why I want to spend some time in Florida. And they’re dumb. And they’re risky. But I need a freaking light at the end of the TUNNEL DAMN IT!
If you wake up next to a guy and feel sad you should probably get him to leave.
I didn’t offer breakfast….but I didn’t want him to stay. I’m a horrible person.
Today my bike got a basket and a pretty little bell with flowers on it. I can’t wait to decorate the basket with little fake flowers and then I can pretend like I am from the Netherlands.
Not going to my last exam because I just can’t grasp the material. And the hostel in Brussels won’t accept my fucking card. And my revisions of my resume and cover letter are driving me insane. I have no options for a summer job because I spent the last 2 months studying my ass off…and I actually thought I had a sure deal at the AEA.
My hair is falling out and I want to cry.
I can’t relax because I have to write a 6,000 to 8,000 paper on marine pollution by the end of April.
I was curled up in a little ball sobbing over Kiel.
Tonight I’m curled up in a little warm cuddly ball listening to Sheriff Ariff and dreaming of a boy who I can’t get out of my head and who I might never see again. That soft skin. Those dreads. And the thought of his kisses up my spine still make me shiver.
I’ve been with so many guys after him and nothing comes close. Absolutely nothing.
Currently taking an intense stroll down memory lane.
I am on antibiotics for my skin. Yep. I’ve thrown in the towel. Today I was getting a stomachache and blaming it on the antibiotics…it was probably the Snickers I had earlier. But I check the paper in the box of pills on what these antibiotics can be used for. Rosacea, acne….SYPHILIS and GONORRHEA.
WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
This shit better work. =__=
It’s snowing outside and I just found these glasses. And I really suck at studying for Austrian history….
I hate you, grad school.
I don’t know what I’ll do when I’ve finally lost you. I already feel so cold and alone. You’re the last piece of light that I can hang onto. The last warmth I really feel. And now I can feel you distancing yourself. And it hurts but it’s alright, because you deserve somebody that can be happy with you.
