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High School

Sucks.

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The Wallflower Playlist

Oh, I’m up way to gosh-darn late.

There’s this heavy feeling inside of me, and I’m not sure if it’s the unstable teenage emotions from the recent break-up, or the large laptop resting on my tummy.

Probably the laptop.

I decided to reread Perks of Being a Wallflower. Two reasons: I like to read books more than once (partially why I like the book, the main character and I have a lot of similarities), and I’ll have to return the book to my now ex in three… well now two… days.

As I’m heading through it this time, I’m making a playlist of Charlie’s favorite songs.

The combination of good music, emotional break-up, and relatable book, has my teenage emotions running haywire. But I decided to write some shiz down and get it out.

"Blackbird" by The Beatles makes me think of morning. Only a few more hours of reading till I’ll be hearing those sounds myself.

Charlie-esque music is very soothing. But it stirs your insides and makes you feel, something I rather robotically block out.

I have to remember: This is what I knew would happen. This is what I had wanted. (BTW, I’m talking about the end of the relationship now.)

I just didn’t really want it just yet, I didn’t want it now.

Onto friendship.

And reading. I can try to escape to the other worlds that have been painted across these pages.

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No, I cannot play guitar. Most people know that about me. But it does make a good prop, eh?

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"You see, I can’t get bandeau bathing suit tops because my boobs are too big."

— Backhanded compliment of the day. So the reason I can get them is…? Oh, I get it. Thanks for reminding me of my nearly below average breast size.

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collegehumor:

How to Tell a Person’s Profession by the Size of Their Glasses
Eyes are the window to the soul. Glasses are the window to your soul-crushing job. 

I’m somewhere between a programmer and the barista… Okay.

collegehumor:

How to Tell a Person’s Profession by the Size of Their Glasses

Eyes are the window to the soul. Glasses are the window to your soul-crushing job. 

I’m somewhere between a programmer and the barista… Okay.

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