Volume.

melting:
i am a
red cross, or a
psalm that is keeping
my mouth open
towards something
more
alive.

Vanishing Girl.

I hate freshly washed clothes. This may seem really out of context, but I was going to start this blog on a different topic, until I realized how fucking irritated I am with my jeans' waistband. I hate how stiff they are and I have to do calisthenics in them in order to be able to sit down. Though I am a very self-conscious person and would be mortified if it suddenly became the social norm to be nude, I would half-embrace it because I hate tight jeans. I should just stop being a hipster, probably.

Anyway, it's Wednesday. I skipped my oceanography class this morning because I was having a fascinating dream where I was living with the elephants in the zoo. My stress level is ridiculous these days. My psychiatrist gave me some incredible medication that takes my anxiety level down (/encourages muscle relaxation, which in turn causes me to be slack-jawed and incoherent). Despite, I am still hating the responsibility of being a functioning adult. It is also my first week not having some sort of infection, though my allergies have conveniently gotten significantly worse today. I am a female with a lot of immune system issues. I also need to find an apartment and a job. Again, I hate adulthood.

I love my boyfriend, though.

I've been noticing a significant decrease in Facebook application invitations. What's that all about? Do people think I don't want an eHug or a eWhiskey sour? Maybe I should Twitter about it. Haha, just kidding! I don't have a fucking Twitter.