Rules.

1. You put drama into my life, you will be removed.
2. Remember rule 1.
3. Everyone be cool.
4. Remember rule 1.

Money is the root of all evil.

Things I need to buy in the next two weeks:

back windshield replacement
mattress
GRE exam
new jeans and shirts
still pay all of my bills and rent and student loans

If I had lots of money, these wouldn't be issues. I have two jobs and can barely afford this stupid shit.

Change Constant

The only constant is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be.
— Isaac Asimov

I'll never feel guilty. 

Science Genius Girl

I figured it out. You know what I want to do? Better my own life through a dietetic internship and a Master's. I don't want to go on dates. I don't want to hang out with anyone except my friends. There is so little aspiration in this town and I swear I am going to be alone. All the other times I've broken up with someone I just immediately ran to find someone else. Not this time. This time my new boyfriend is Big Bang Theory & my library card.

Wasted potential and procrastination out. Smarty pants on.

There is a light that never goes out.

I can't fucking stop thinking about when we first met and I lived in the throes of young love. I'd been watching 500 Days of Summer for TWO MINUTES AND TWENTY FOUR SECONDS before I burst into tears. I don't know what I believe in anymore. I believed in love but I don't think I do now. I never thought he'd act like this. I never thought this would happen. I just want to leave and stop being questioned and stop being cared about by anyone. All my friends are probably annoyed with me. I have to try and save up some money for a mattress now, but I really just want to leave and never come back. I'm so fucking hurt and I don't know what else I could have done. I don't want to eat, I can barely sleep, but I can't afford to make myself sick again. I only want to drink when I'm having fun with my friends. When I'm alone, I just cry and cry. I'm a living, breathing Smiths song. I hate who I am right now.I shouldn't need someone to make me happy, and I've really been trying to make myself happy. It's just the stupid shit though, thinking about his stupid eyes when they would stupidly wrinkle when he would smile or when we would go on stupidly fun walks and talk or stay up on the stupid phone for millions of stupid hours or how he looked at me and would whisper I love you. That's fucking gone. It's nuked. And there's nothing else I can do to help. No matter how powerful and real your feelings may be for someone, if that person cannot fully and honestly return them and therefore actively love you back, these feelings mean nothing.

I want to be a good woman
And I want for you to be a good man.
This is why I will be leaving
And this is why I can't see you no more.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love this love forever.

I don't want be a bad woman
And I can't stand to see you be a bad man.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love this love forever.

I'm not pretending to be hurt, I am hurt. But I won't stay down for long.

I can't wait to be this happy someday.

Will you still love me tomorrow?