i’m the queen of over analyzing. seriously.

so, my life has pretty much been work and school. i don’t really mind.
staying busy keeps me out of trouble. aka sticky situations.
it really bothers me that i smell him everywhere. yikes.
butttttt. i’m applying at lowes after rosemaries, and doing my best to get AWESOME GRADES
so schools will have no problem accepting me when i decide it’s time to transfer.
is it weird that i have problems calling people my “best friends?”
i feel like everyone rushes to it, and it ends up seriously meaning NOTHING in the end.
the song “your bruise” by death cab is seriously beautiful. i think i forgot.
even though i’ve been repeatedly told what a shit girlfriend i am, i know i’m a good one.
even though i know i kind of stray sometimes, i can honestly say that i am thoughtful.
but i’m ready for the cold weather. and scarves. and ugg boots. and christmas.
aka a month with my boyfriend. THANK YOU.

but i know that no one reads this anymore. its just a documentation of my own life.
i’m alive. i’m well. nothings dead. nothings bleeding.
i’m just ready for a change of scenery. ya smell me?