bloggingtomyfroggingself

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Bro… is this me hanging on by a thread? 🥲🙃

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Well like

Like…. 🤕😞🥲

Really.

Fuck.

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What am I doing. A little of everything and nothing at once. Mostly nothing though. Lol.

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FUCK.

Okay. Tonight I’m kinda like 🥺. Cause wtf.

I recently learned about the word limerence. Maybe this was that? Because why do I still have such a visceral reaction to the whole thing? Sigh. Bye.

Less sad.

Thank fucking god.

At this rate. By June I’ll will never experience a single emotion again.

Blest.

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Make it the end of April.

So long as I do not dwell upon it.

Less sad.

Thank fucking god.

At this rate. By June I’ll will never experience a single emotion again.

Blest.

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The door is open now. Fr.

Keep the horn though. This girl is just getting started it would seem

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Where am I these days?

Currently enjoying the porch on this 80 degree day evening. A Monday.

Trying to better align myself with who I want to be. Not just who I am. Been doing a lotta this is who I am acceptance so I think it’s time for the harder part now.

Also im buff as fuck now so that’s new. Way more attention than I’m used to.

Smokin a dooby. But not with Kyle. Context makes that story more serious. Name still stick with me though.

This is the best weather I’ve experienced in a while and I’ve seen not one but two alley ratas.

Bye. High.

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Less sad.

Thank fucking god.

At this rate. By June I’ll will never experience a single emotion again.

Blest.

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Hey. I’m not even sad. I’m just like… doing some thinking exercises. Where I avoid this one pervasive thought. And I try not to be too mean to myself. But then I go - you dumb bitch please change the goddamn subject!- and that makes me feel kinda sad cause I just cannot seem the help where my brain goes.

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Biiiiiiiitch. Im a total slut for a solid jersey mix.

I like the beat. I choose instrumental over acá pella. Make every second of the song the beat babyyyyy and I will danceeeeeee.

I do like calm songs too. Just not as much. I love when the music just makes you feel so good. So happy. You can’t fight it. Just there smiling and vibing. I’ve got notes in my bonessssss baby.

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I really want to save up to buy this crazy expensive velvety paint. $100 a gallon.

Gonna go out dancing tonight. Been needing to do this for a while. Most of my grownup hangouts are about talking. Which I like, but I miss dancing. It’s much more fun now that I’m not in college trying to seduce some man I barely knew cause I felt so touch starved. Ain’t got nobody to impress on the dance floor. Just vibes.

I was so excited to lose the extra weight I gained but now that back to my normal size I’m kinda missing some parts of how my body was before? It just felt like a grown woman shape. Now when I see my silhouette I’m like…???? Where’s the rest??

Also. Look at how mixed my priorities are lmaoooooo. Byeeeeeee