i'm sitting here, rugged up like a rockstar with the heater up to the max. i'm drinking hot chocolate and doing my 365, listening to transmission by the getaway plan, contemplating and wasting time. i'm going to bake brownies soon. i'm in a good state of mind, i have to say. and you know what? right now, i feel more like myself than i have in days. this simple serenity, of enjoying your own company when winter rages on outside. its times like these that there's no place i'd rather be. i'm even looking forward to work this afternoon, i love being at the library when its dark and rainy. its like a whole another world, co-existing yet cut off from the maniacal rage of real life. it's just books and lovely people who aren't illiterate. it seems to be the only aspect of my life that revolves around pure, simple conversation. when the only focus is letting the time pass by; letting words carry you to different worlds where worries and bothers are d&m'ed to death. and the worst ramification of these conversations is being banished to non fic, and then overthinking everything.
jeniferever carries me to another world where everything is lovely.
i just want to meet a nice boy. its like we're all stuck in this rut where we can't break routine, and our words confirm this. i can't get past this, because no one else will let me. we've talked it to death. we've analysed to death. it's dead, okay? okay. now let's all move on.
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