No Hot Water.

Alright, men, you're fine with this. But I, however, am not. I do not want to boil water in preparation for cleansing myself as if I were on the god damn prairie. It is cold and wet outside, and all I want is a fucking hot shower.

And the last time I checked the guys shower floor in IV was black.............fml.

Content.

As in, I'm feeling good. Too good. Too satisfied when I go to sleep at night and too OK with the fact that I'm waking up in the morning. I'm absolutely mortified for this feeling to go away. And that sucks that I can't just enjoy the feeling good; that I'm already dreading the shit, again.

I feel strong and attractive and could honestly give a shit about shit when I step out into the world. I tell my over-active over-analytical brain to shut up when it goes into overdrive.

I fucking will not and cannot allow myself to sabotage myself. Next year I'll be in a completely new environment surrounded by people I do not know. Make the most of the time you got now, Jessica. Make the most of every fucking day.

rainy morning movies.

In other news, I hope my midterm isn't today.

Damon Albarn

I like you.

I want to go on a backpacking trip across Europe. Fall asleep on trains in Rome and wake up in amsterdam. Have nothing but the clothes and toothbrush in my pack and meet all the different people I can. End in Paris. Get lost. Get found.

The bro who cried wolf.

Girl behind me stop eating and having a whispery whiney voice. Someone's a bit anxious.