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Not the first.
This is not my first blog, not the second, not the third - in fact I’ve lost count at this point. They last as long as my ex-boyfriends, so not long and just as useless. But I might as well try again. Of course, this always starts after midnight paired with the irritating, repetitive thumping from my upstairs neighbors that prevents me from getting any solid sleep. So I’m left with either trying this again, or watching some subpar movie on Netflix.
At this point, I’ll introduce myself as someone who is still lost in the backstreet boys playlist, microwaving breakfast, lunch and dinner, months away graduating from a university that’s too good for me, can never figure out social norms and have a decent grip on my professional future (couldn’t let this whole run-on be self deprecating, right?)
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