fuck you, universe.

how do you know it was a mistake if you didn't even make it? another year and a half, at least!, until what? what, i ask you, what?! it isn't this place, that's for sure. but all those faces and places! i'll miss them the most. those faces. i want to talk about this until i am blue in the face but nothing will come of it. i'll pack up my bazillion boxes and start a new home in september. someone will tell me it's the right thing to do - and of course i know that - giving me the biggest bear hug at the same time. my writing is shit these days. at least it isn't like yours. WHAT. when did i get so bitchy? yesterday was probably the reason. why am i even doing things for you? you haven't bothered with me in so long that this obligatory thing we've got going on is so ridiculous. cut. you. out.

a year off is a good idea in theory. never in practice.

isn't it terrible that i just want to go and workout now instead of doing what needs to be done this very moment? my to do list is a mile long and it only gets longer. i just want to make sure my knees are on top of my ankles and feel the burn. (who am i?)