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Went to bed 7 hours ago.
Still wide awake, haven’t slept at all, and have to be up in 3 and 1/2 hours. I hate this so much.
I also really hate the birds that are chirping right outside my window reminding me so nicely that it’s MORNING and I HAVEN’T SLEPT AT ALL. Fuck you birds >.
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I’m home!!! Let summer 2012 officially begin.
How do you think it turned out?
Gettin’ ready to get my work on at Dascomb. Also BOOBS!
Bout to go eat dinner with my commencement week buddy, daniella!
Just eatin’ dinner all by my lonesome in Stevie. Only a week and a half left at Oberlin!
Ughughugh I should’ve made myself write this paper while I was still at school. I am literally incapable of forming intelligent thoughts while at home apparently.
Last night at home before I head to college… Eeek! I have so much junk packed into my mom’s little Civic.
I’m so tired, lately.
My mind is everywhere, concentrating is impossible. And what do I have if I don’t have my mind? My mind is everything.
This stress is taking a toll on my body, too. Infection, then a 2 week cold and now I have some weird eczema shit. Which involves tiny little blisters all over the palms of my hands and my forearms, and patches of itchy, dry skin on my face and scalp.
Can I just sleep away the year?
90 days again (I’ll be so glad when “again” isn’t a part of that sentence anymore; once, in a past life, I managed to put together two full years of...
Day One of no drinking.
One week sober #sobriety #sober
7 months clean&sober motherfuckers
That’s 2191 days.
One day at a time people……
All I can say is that I am very proud…..
Wow, it’s after midnight, so it’s the 24th, so technically
I have now been clean and sober for a year.
A goddamn year.
Oh my god thank god fuck...
