02.12.16 | 7:28 pm

like, the only time i ever write is when i'm depressed, drunk, or deliriously in love.

and all i really wanna see is this beautiful legitimate biscuits and gravy dish this dude just made on cutthroat kitchen, which isn't even a show i like very much.

what should i even write anymore? i'm 26, i've been with my boyfriend for almost 3 years, i consistently get crushes on ridiculous people, i am obsessed with my dogs, i think i legitimately have anxiety that should be treated, i love/hate my job because i love the kids and i relate to them but it is so much fucking work, i want to move home but i actually really love colorado.

like what else is there?

sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not.

what else is there to say?

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