something feels right...

everything is going o so fucking well since i've moved...
in twelve days i got a job;
teaching english to high executives on big companies;
managed to find a guy who's just unbelievably my type...
we clicked just right.
just right.
plus he's really cute...
what else?
i might be moving to my own apartment in a couple of weeks (freeeeeeeeedom!!!)


no complaints right now...


oh! and radiohead is back in studio for a new album... i mean,
SOMETHING HAS GOT TO BE WRONG WITH THE WORLD!

there, there...

radiohead

remember who you are
99% certain

don't fuck with me...

hey, if you can't understand the fact that i'd get REALLY pissed because you blew me off to go to tijuana, FIVE DAYS BEFORE I LEAVE, hey i guess you don't know me AT ALL.

and that's all i have to say.

last day jitters...

i am starting to realize that i will slowly lose my mind by the end of next week. today was the first day that it hit me. i am actually going through with this. who the fuck do i think i am? am i actually believing the bullshit that i keep telling people of how i've grown and i am ready for this? who am i trying to fool? i can't move to brazil. i won't last a day in brazil. i should stay away from the country and everyone there. they will EAT ME. literaly.
what am i gonna do without my mom? wow, she's gonna be so far away. and all i do while we're still close is fight. ISHOULD STAY.
i love the fact that my brother still has not called me once to talk about the fact that i'm leaving. NOT ONCE. the only reason he knows is because my mom has to run everything through him. i hate him. i mean, even my sister who's become dead inside was talking about a party.
i haven't even started thinking about packing. i'll defenetely think "i need to pack" at least seventeen other times before i actually do it.
i am so lazy.
how am i gonna walk around, take the bus, look for jobs, without having someone telling me to DO IT! not happening.
i should've bought a two-way ticket instead. i mean, at least that way i would still have a plane ticket to come back just in case. after all the money that my mom spent on me, i doubt that she'll want to pay for my return, or if she does, she'll say "I TOLD YOU SO" until i put a bullet through my head and end my misery. she'll never stop saying "i told you so". she's been saying it even before i actually do it.
i hate people that say i told you so. even though i always say it.
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breathe.
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everything will be fine.
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you're just paranoid cuz' you smoked a lot.
that's all.