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“There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Thinking #1
I don't know what is appropriate to say and think in these situations. Sometimes it would've been easier to be me but a couple decades ago. Then again not really, we all just yearn for a simpler time that never existed.
I've always loved more than is good for me.
I think about my ex too much. Sometimes I imagine what it would've been like if we were still together, for real this time. I think it's a grass greener situation but that doesn't stop my brain from wandering.
The last time I spoke to him was Christmas morning, that's when I confessed everything... he didn't feel the same, but he wanted to stay friends. After that, we never spoke but I heard so much about him and how happy he was with his new girlfriend.
I never want to see him again, because there is no way I could resist him. I like to think he feels the same. He probably doesn't but I'd rather he be a dreamy memory than a harsh reality.
I don't even know actually. All I want from my life is to be funny enough to make a living off of it but what if I become a massive piece of shit like every other comedian. I have no clue how to even start making a profit like that. Sometimes the only solution is to be born rich. I am also not feeling the best today.
Or should I be grateful for all that I am and have? I dunno, i don't think I'll ever figure it out. The best I can hope for is a fucking miracle. HAHA ain't I so funny papa?
Diary Entry #1
My life isn't very interesting but I like to write it all out so I do not forget who I was and I also just want to.
Right now I decided I'm creating this blog to help myself get through these long college days.
I am so lost as to who I want to be in the world, sometimes I fantasize about being Anne Hathaway in the Devil Wears Prada
