Last Sunday was insane. I'm still trying to piece it together. Laguna, Newport, Laguna, Dana Point, sketchy ass hills, Random gated neighbor hoods in Newport, Burger King, staring at the ocean, and the fucking dog park. I loved my family for the night, Mack (I know, I know, we already are family) Nate and Benito. And Benito is the best babysitter in the history of babysitters. Thank you Jeff, love you <3
"it's like.....come back."
My anxiety is improving. I was assertive with my "mom" today without puking after. Go me.
I only worked nine hours this week. So Rex and I went on a walk, and I smoked some weed that just gave me the munchies and ptfo. Never again.
MOTHER FUCKER.
I'm currently frustrated with people that won't take me seriously when I am in fact being serious. I pride myself on being honest, even if not ENTIRELY but I am honest. I won't mislead you. Just ask the right questions.
I like you, but I will get over you 2.5 seconds after I move. I am attached to you, and will miss you, because you are my friend, but I'm just not as attached to your cock as you think I am. I'm sorry :/
I finally got new pants and I went from a size 28-29 to a 25. I love you insulin.
I really don't want to move back to Laguna. I do for this amazing opportunity, but I think I am going to die. I like my house in Santa Barbara. I like my room in Santa Barbara. I love the people I live with and my neighbors. I don't wanna leave, but I guess I want this more.
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