I Would Move to Boston For You… The Worst City in America

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I Would Move to Boston For You… The Worst City in America
Me last two days
I feel like many things are changing for me all at once, I randomly feel like I want to start dating again. I feel more myself than I ever have in a very long time. I’m trying very hard to get this new job at Prada which I’m very hopeful for. The weight of the world feels heavy right now, I’m very emotional but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. It feels good to feel everything
Last four days have been so exhausting I feel over exposed from seeing too many different personalities. A lot of you are very mentally ill and exhausting to even make small talk with OMG..
Tried watching two movies today and lost interest around the first hour
Job at a pet store or something somewhere nobody will ever see me
I want like coffee on the porch… far away small town no scene like my scene is my neighbours and I’m living with one friend or maybe a lover but we’re happy and there’s nothing leading me away to something else for once I’m happy where I’m standing
Think I might scratch my eyes out there must be more to life than this
Would love to be a sitcom actor on a show for ten years who you never see again after
Nobody in Vancouver legit ever wants to do anything fun ever
I wanna like imagine myself in warm light in our apartment smiling and entertaining full of life but I can only see myself pale and brittle hair covered in dirt constantly enduring some new melodrama it feels as if some people are just doomed destined to simply be examples to other happier people
I miss my old life
We’d look better if we win
Feel alone and misunderstood again
Don’t wanna dress don’t wanna speak don’t wanna smile
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