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Spilling coffee over myelf at 12am

an absolutely reasonable incident from which to determinate whether i’ve already hit rock bottom

maybe i have

nah, dramatics

anyways, c’est la vie

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Is it too soon to concider myself a failure?

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Have you ever had the notion that the day after a weird dream just feels so plain and uneventful?

like, ok, let me clarify , I am not talking about the my-crush-talking-to-me kind of weird tho, I am talking about the obama-wearing-victorian-stokings-on-fire kind of weird, the at-some-point-a-poltergeist-cursed-my-brother’s-stuffed-buggs-bunny-while-we-were-having-a-pizza-and-pool-outdoor-party-in-our-basement(? and then climbing-a-mountain-that-leads-to-my-room-just-to-find-it-is-actually-a-departament-store kind of weird, how am i supossed to get excited over the mundane things of reality after having experienced that? like, wow mom, that was a fascinating youth anecdote, but it is a dancing poltergeist lauging at me?, and this class was really stressing, but having to convince my best friend���s overprotective and crazy parents that those ghosts are actually friendly so they should definitely let them stay and no, we are not going to become ghosts too, level of stressing?

well, fair enough, the thing that actualy shocked me the most was that my crush was talking to me so

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I’ll make a anthem

it’s going to be called  ✨EMOTIONAL WRECKAGE ✨

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That experience it is going throught your day thinking a million things you’d like to share with the world, just to, when you finally get to have a chance of doing it, abruptely and completely forget everything from the date to the mere cores of your existence, and even your new stuffed animal’s name

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yes, i will try to post everyday, no, i don’t garanty shit, i know myself better than that, peace

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Just as that one bearded hippie prophet raised on the third day

…or so the story goes

I intend to resurrect my 2015 tumblr account after starting a new ✨college semester✨ hoping this will help me  go throught the entirety of it with the remainings of my sanity mostly there,

am I trying to cope with adulting by complaining on tumblr?

yes

will I give any more thought to this?

absolutely no

cheers

this will be hell