the degree to which this day was bad will most certainly go down in my history. i wish i were kidding, but sadly i'm not.
dreams were scattered, jobs were threatened and my self-respect was def on the line. a part of me really just wants to sit here and write exactly what all happened....but i know that is better kept in a journal where it cant be found, you know? i miss the days when i was so young it didnt matter what i put out there.
i'm still at EW now (it's 9pm) and i could stay all night but i'm going to a show. you know how when you had a bad day and then you have something fun to do later....you dont want to do it? like, you want to go home and cry and lay in bed. or i do at least. but that makes no sense because the fun thing could help turn your day around a little.
so. lets hope this fun thing helps my day.
cause it needs it.
A LOT.
ps- that boy i told you about many moons ago? the huge, monster love crush?
never.gonna.happen.
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