Oh no! :(
UghhhhhI can’t tell if I keep screwing up my life or if life keeps screwing me over.
But FUCK!
I just realized something though, as I was staring at the black romper that my brother ordered online for my birthday (the first present he’s ever bought me, or possibly anyone—awwwwwwww). It came two sizes too large, has rips and tears all over it (seriously, I order stuff all the time and it’s never happened to me), and came a week late (even though he paid major money for express 2-day shipping). It’s amazing how many things are wrong with it. And there is nothing that he did wrong, technically.
I think that’s something we have in common. We screw up, like, incessently. It’s annoying as hell. Like it’s a gene or something.
But I realized something about myself as I pictured my brother defeated, returning the first present he’s ever really bought, and feeling like he could never buy a good one. I stopped taking screw ups seriously a long time ago. It’s 6 AM and I need to wake up at 9 for my morning root canal, so I can’t really bring myself to explain what I’m thinking any more coherently than the picture of me flinging my body against a wall, screwing up over and over again until that wall crumbles and reveals new barriers to screw up. Whatever. Bring it. I guess what I’m saying is that I’m not afraid to make all the mistakes that I need to until I make the right mistakes.
Oh! And also:
Engelbert Humperdinck.
ENGELBERT. HUMPERDINK.
That is all.
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sarahisbetterthanliz said:
Root canal??
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