Saw my stupid ex boyfriend again. Talking to some friend of his in his stupidly deep voice.
If I see him again in the same place at the same time, I’m going to say hi to him.
He’ll probly pee himself.
21 years old. Procrastinator extraordinaire. (How I came across tumblr, incidentally.) Scientist-in-training, dancer, musician, photographer. "Jack of all trades, master of none." (But trying really hard to make that "Jack of all trades, master of THE WHOLE HUMAN RACE.") Lover of film, vinyl, cats, hair dye, Scott Pilgrim, Tomas Kalnoky related things, and thrift stores. Livin life in between textbooks.
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For only having two ex boyfriends, I sure do run into them quite a bit.
I suppose it doesn’t help that after 7 years, I end up being at the same school as one of them.
It always make me feel weird.
Especially since he refuses to talk to me and I’m friends with his sister.
And I always stare him straight in the face as I’m walking by but he ALWAYS WEARS SUNGLASSES, haha.
I have come to a point in my life where it’s too late to go back.
I can’t quit school and go back to working at a cafe and frolicking my days away playing ukulele, taking pictures, and art-ing on things.
So this week, or maybe next, I’m going to take an important step,
and finally go see a doctor. Because there is no way I’m going to graduate without meds.
Thank you for your time, tumblr. I think that felt good to say.
But I’m still embarrassed.
(via keep-on-whoring)
Don’t mind me, I’m just going to vent so I can get back to homework slavery.
Read if you want, I guess.
A little Subway, a little ska, a little knitting notes, a little hand drawing practice, a little super spy running away from a mushroom cloud. Yeah. Gotta get on my art now that I’m home.
