I'm sick of myself.






I'm annoying.
It's annoying me that I'm even writing this.


Why am I writing this?

I love the fact that my house has air conditioning.

I do not love the fact that whenever I do a load of laundry, my basement floods.










AHH!

I'm only 20 years old.










I think I may take what I have for granted. I hate saying so, but it might be true.

I have an amazing job.
I have an amazing best friend.
and I have myself.

I'm looking on the brighter side of things.





it's also 4:30 in the morning and i'm too tired to type.

talking is always good.



:]

The ground is crumbling beneath my feet.




I don't know where to stand, or how.