because of all this crap that post secrets has so wonderfully put into postcard-form:
anyway. i've been working on getting ahold of this loan for about a month now, and i'm about an hour away from having all the right things come together so i can get ahold of it.
and then get away.
none of this news is incredibly important.
i've lost track of time. i've lost track of everything. i spent the entire morning in tears for some bullshit i can't seem to wrap my mind around. how long does someone tell lies for to make themselves feel better about themselves? about what they don't want but think they need? does it only last until they realize they've deceived everyone else as well? i've never gone away from trusting my gut so much.
my heart aches.
but according to pinker, i don't have one at all.
and nietzche?
i just need to use this bs waste of time to be stronger.
my brain is tired.
my heart aches.
and i wonder.
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