my mind, it goes kind of fast
i'll try to slow it down for you.


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Urgh I apologize for the excessive amounts of "Ohgod my life sucks what am I going to do with life. I always thought my life would get better over time, but it has been over time and I don't see my life headed anywhere I want it to. WHY" rants to just about everyone. But I think it's just the phase of my life. I'm really not like THIS all the time, really. Just on and off. I would get over all this. Eventually. I have to.

Someone needs to teach me self-discipline. I don't know how everyone else does it. But this whole issue I have with making myself do the right things at the right time is really getting to me. I am so darn impulsive and so bad at stopping myself from doing things I shouldn't do): I cannot make myself stop buying excessive amounts of useless things and food I don't even want to eat. And the extent of this is just really getting to me, seeing how there's Singfest tickets to pay for, and DeathCab (if Nabil's friend is wonderful enough. I HOPE. I WISH.) and tentatively an iphone because my phone is just really boring right nowwwwww. The whole self-discipline thing also doesn't make me do work. AT.ALL. It's so disgusting. I can promise myself a million times I would do work but end up not doing anything at all. And all I do about it is feel sad, guilty and stupid. And then it ends there, I don't do anything about it. I.DON'T.KNOW.WHY. I just can't make myself do things I'm supposed to): ): ): ):

Hmm, today was bahas finals. And we didn't win. But that's okay. I still love Mary like madzzzzzzz (:

What happy pictures (: Actually made me happier just looking at them...

& Because when I'm sad and the people I want to talk to aren't really there... I like to indulge in my own dreams. It makes me miserable sometimes, seeing how I am not/will never be living my dream. But other times, thinking about them makes me happier. Like now. And in what other form would my dreams come in... If not clothes.

In my very imaginary closet... From Resort 2009! :D

:D
And mind you, this is just part one of my imaginary Resort collection. The other parts will come when the time comes where I need to indulge in fantasies again. That shall be quite soon I'm guessing... (If you need an estimate about how many more there are... Just know that they come in alphabetical order, in order of designers... And this is mm A-C. Go figure.)

xx
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