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OBLIVIATE;
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Way Out
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If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Saturday, September 21, 201311:38 PM


"What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.”

No mood to strike off more things on my to-do list. Maybe I'm just really really really tired D: Ugh.


Went to Buona Vista today hahaha, to check out the Starbucks at Rochester Mall (: Took the long way because Google Maps scammed me but it's okay, I forgive you you inanimate crap. I think that area's super hidden, like you see the mall and all but no, it's hidden near some hotel (?) and behind lots of trees. And it's this white little house looking place hahaha. It's nice to be alone for a while, since our lives tend to be revolved around people. I guess it was pretty productive today but it would have been more productive if I didn't bring a book out because towards the end I was just kind of "screw studying, I'm going to finish this coffee and the book" and so yep. Finished the book there though I just got it yesterday, but I guess that's the downside to buying me books: they only last for two days max.


I think Looking For Alaska is another book that you read and then it hits you in your face/heart/brain and then you never feel the same again. It's been approximately seven hours since I finished the book but I still feel a little...... Being a spoiler as always, I guess it's really different from tfios because I guess it's more morbid, I don't know. Like it's just...dark? It gets funny but even so, it's dark comedy. And the kind of feeling it gives you is the kind where you see through all their laughter and smiles because deep down, you know as well as the character that they're just feeling so fucked up. And I get it. And I'm affected by it.


“Before you can grow up, you must fall in love 3 times. Once, you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more. Once you must fall in love with someone you believe is perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as anything less than you deserve. And once, you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be. And when you’re through will all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that needed you the most. But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved."
-unknown


What else do you guys want to know about my day?


Isn't it funny how I am taking so long to get over something that didn't happen at all?


I wonder what it takes to be enough. To be a good enough friend, a good enough student, a good enough daughter, a good enough sister, a good enough person in general. Because every single time I really try with all my might I still don't pass the mark and I have no idea how to.


Alright, y'know, I'm a boring person. Nothing much to say because my life is pretty (very) uneventful. Good luck everyone, we're all gonna need it.

xoxo,
me

I had this book when I was younger and I found this on someone's tumblr just a few minutes ago and now I feel like crying because I just want to be a kid again.