tumblr. i am sick. my nose is runny; i have a headache; my body hurts; i am severely sleep deprived. i haven’t had coffee in days (more like.. 2 days). but instead of sleeping, i’m studying for my test. i body hates me for being a good student.
whoooot! childhood memories!
remember my rant earlier? wanna know what made my day? a simple drawing from my brother. the fact that he remembered my favorite flowers are sunflowers made me feel so much better about everything.
and life is good again (:
I am the sunflower lady!
tumblr, today has been a shit day. and the thing is, normally i’m really good about keeping my head held high and being as optimistic as possible about the slightly unfortunate predicament that i am in…. but today, man… today, shit hit the fan.
i’m all sorts of dysfunctional. i’m walking into things. my eyes are heavy from sleep debt (already) and i’m angry that i didn’t get a cup of coffee. oh, to top it off, it’s 100+ degrees outside and below 60 inside. my body is so confused it doesn’t know what to do.
anyways, rant is over.
time to find the road less traveled on.
reading the quotes of powerful women inspires me to become one of them as well. here’s a toast to a new school year filled with hardships and hard work… but mostly a year filled with memories and experiences. i know no matter how hard the path, God will always light the way. as long as i keep that in mind, there is no step i won’t take.
here’s to pushing myself to the furthest, working harder, being smarter, being kinder, stronger.
here’s to finding love, giving love
here’s to new friendships and old friendships
here’s to mistakes, tears, struggles
i want them all. my body revels in these sensations
going on a scavenger hunt all by myself for some supplies for random diy projects!
i want to go live in a bookstore. i’d have all the friends i need, all the comfort, the knowledge. i want the kind of romance you only find in novels: sweet and innocent. i want the company and loyalty of my friends hidden away, in print, between those sweet, musky pages. i want adventure with a slight tinge of danger. i want freedom.
i want the kind of life that you only find in the imaginations of brilliant authors. i want one of them to write on a blank page, a story about Young, and have me slowly disappear from this reality into their vision.
sometimes… when this life is too hard, i long to become a character with a happy ending.
how sad is the truth that so many friendships can be lost… how fragile, how fleeting.
i really didn’t expect such distance. frankly, it just feels misplaced. i don’t feel too upset. just slightly uncomfortable.
the saddest part of it all, is that it is so mendable. yet, i feel, i’m the only one trying to mend it.
how weak are the hearts of some. they cannot stand to hear the truth. how closed-minded and ignorant.
i suppose in the long run, this could all be for the best.
I swear, this university’s system has a way of trolling me at the start of every new school year. It KEEPS saying my housing contract has been cancelled and that my financial aid has not been completed. WHY?! How many times must I pay the deposit? Oh my lord, I swear, I will go broke just from paying these dumb deposits over and over again. Please please please please please, I beg, may this be the last time… before I go batshit crazy.
i’m feeling all sorts of sick. my throat hurts, my body aches, and my lungs feel like i’ve been a chronic smoker. wah.
