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Unlike the old, (crappy) tune about the digital getdown, which was definitely not a clean concept, I am experiencing digital letdown. I hate the sudden switch to online classes. I hate the brok...

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I should, but I won’t, tell my psychiatrist crap because she always threatens to hospitalize me but 1 - she never does it, and 2 - I don’t have time for that bullshit. I have trouble getting yo...

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So. Do you remember last week’s drama? I’m not gonna forget it anytime soon, for sure. The short form is that the damn bitch child of the roommate that doesn’t speak to me has told a CPS worke...

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So, puzzling turns of events. No, still married to Dickface, and he’s still clueless. His latest thing is wandering around asking me what he DID. Because he treats me FINE. Because this used ...

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I keep looking at what it would take to finish school with both majors. I still want both…even though I know the writing one could be sacrificed. It does me no good, I know it. I love it anywa...

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If I had my life to do over, and I knew everything I know now, I would have applied to university from high school. I was afraid I’d get in and not be able to afford it, and basically get laughe...

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I kind of win the bet I made with you guys about whether he would remember Valentine’s. Technically he did remember, but at 12:27 am, so it wasn’t Valentine’s anymore. But still so early he pro...

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So I tried out that makeup I bought today. It was a bad idea. I just can’t seem to stop crying it off. I’m okay, though. Good as I ever get. I shouldn’t be crying. Other than that time I miss...

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Well, the journal-y people call it their “level 10 life” but mine is completely failed, so it’s really just a circus. There are monkeys. Family and friends: Actively avoiding about 50% of my s...

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It’s the weekend. Kind of like a restart. Except you still have ten million things you didn’t do last week hanging over your head. I’m peeved at my husband. (This is not new.) Today’s crime: ...

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No, no spoilers. That’d be rude. I’m just sitting here thinking, “jeez, this is the shit I loved eight, nine years ago…” and wondering if somehow I am one of those mystical unicorn indie kids wh...

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Because it’s not a wonderful thing. No, seriously. All that hearts and flowers business is bull. Love is really about saying “hey, here’s the one special person who can rip my heart right out ...

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It has. It has been awhile. This is for a lot of reasons, most of them bundled up with my fun combination of rage, despair, learned helplessness, and sheer avoidance. Talking about shit ain’t ...

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