happiness is overrated. its on && off for me. a skinny vanilla latte can bring me that happiness. or a trip to the mall. either one. in school all week. stress & shuffle all in one. then working on the weekends..not getting paid enough. besides all that i still maintain my sexxy. its complicated, but if u were me its possible. can’t wait to escape boston. the snow. ppl. nasty trains and buses that refuse to run on time. thats always awesome.
i wonder how ppl dont stress. coffee and clothes can pull me outta that, but what healthy ways really. it already sounds impossible. on top of it men do too much. they dont do enough and then when ur ready to walk the fuck out the door then they have some sort of epiphany. maybe if your lucky. huh?!?!? i dont understand this shyt? && then u find some hott sexxy man thing u dont need to do anything with, but have some odd interest in. thats the icing on the fuken cake. seriously. like really. y not the perfection u expect and none of this madness. so yea. sleep and contemplate on the bullshyt, i do it. along with trynna handle life in general.