Fuck. But..in a good way, I guess. I mean in a pretty shitty way too, but I think mostly in a good way.

THIS IS A GOOD THING. If I tell myself enough, I will start to believe it. It has worked for most of the things I didn't want to think about, at any rate.








(I guess the difficult thing is that I was having such a great day and I was finally adjusting to the semester - a process that has taken too long as it is - and now I am doing that thing where I second-guess myself and screw with my own head and just kind of pick around in my emotions until I start to fall apart again. And it usually doesn't have a particular starting point but I guess today it did.)