Today was miserable.

It will be forever remembered as 'The Butter Poisoning Of 2013'.

All I want to do is lay in this bed and drink caffeine free coke classic out of the 2 liter bottle.

I've literally run out of TV to watch.

My arms feel like jello or I'd read a book.

Holy shit, March in is less than an hour.

These are thoughts. Bye.

I'm just dumping these here so I can obsess over them whenever I want.

 Amanda

8/10

Catherine

10!! 10!! 10000000!

Jennifer

 9.99999/10

Naomi

8/10

JENNIFER, AH I DIE.

10. 10. 10.

Jessica

9.97/10 - (because of the other jessica)

BCOOP, MARRY ME

This wasn't the Oscars, but I just can't help it.

GEORGE YOU'RE OLD AND I'M TRYING TO STOP BUT I CAN'T.

oh. my. God. I. can't. breath. what. is. wrong. with. me.

I wasn't sad on the 17th.
Today was slightly miserable, but on the 17th...
On the 17th, I forgot.

I didn't realize it was the 3 month mark of that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad night.
Thats progress, right? Don't answer that.

Because I thought for sure I'd never NOT be aware of the 14th or 17th of EVERY month for years to come... but maybe that isn't true. I'm not convinced yet, but just... maybe?

Today, the 19th, I agonized and cried and wished everything was different, and forced myself to think about the 3,482,364,283,525 terrible moments so I could forget about the wonderful ones, and thought about all the things I would have done for you today, and what present I would have given you, and I wondered if you would have been annoyed with me if we went out with your friends (probably... no, definitely), and I missed everything you could possibly miss before finally remembering how little you knew me and how terrible you were capable of making me feel.

But on Sunday - I somehow didn't obsess over any of that. Not even at midnight.

I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel...
not even a little bit...
but at least now, I believe I possibly could.



The truth is - you literally can't even fathom how much love you've been missing.

"You can love someone so much,
but you can never love someone
as much as you can miss them"
- John Green

3 months.

the stupid and pointless things I'm thinking about at 5:15am -

I really miss trying to pop your thumbs.
I was always sad when you would't let me.
It feels great, you wimp.

I'm forgetting what color your eyes are. Slowly, but surely.

I still can't watch New Girl. It just hurts for hours after each try so why even try?

I don't miss Charlie anymore. Maybe a little but not a lot. Its nice.

You're stupid for not liking guacamole, I mean come onnnnnnnnnnnnn.

A great side effect of being single is not having to shave your legs that often and I am a fan of this one (and only this one) fact.

Tomorrow is going to be the hardest day yet.

When you love someone 

but it goes to waste, 

could it be worse?

Monica: Look, I am not high maintenance. I am not!! Chandler!?!

Chandler: (pauses as he struggles with what he has to say)

You’re a little high maintenance.


I’m sorry. 

You’re not always easy-going, but you’re passionate, and that’s good. And when you get upset about the little things, I think that I’m pretty good about making you feel better about that. And that’s good too. So, they can say that you’re high maintenance, but it’s okay, because I like … maintaining you.

Ahhhh, TRUE (tv) LOVE. So refreshing.

Yeah? You really love New Girl?

Thats great, so happy for you.

You think you're gone, but you're not.

You're still here. You're still everywhere.