It's not that I like you. I don't. I don't even know you.
But I want you.

It's annoying. And I'm sorry.


This week's goal: Run 20 miles total throughout week.

We're halfway through summer.

Life is moving more and more quickly every year. It's incredible to look back on how much has happened in the past year, two years, three years, FOUR years...

And it's crazy to think about how much I've grown since then. We all have.

It's not that I miss the "old days". As a matter of fact, I prefer the present.
But there's still some nostalgia that won't leave me alone. It nags in the peripheral of my feelings, and in a weird and painful way, it's sort of comfortable there.


This week's goal: Catch up on 440 notes.

There are too many forms of social media

Which means there are too many ways for me to have weird social anxiety. It's all absurd, but it's all so present and  real and ridiculous.

I hate it.


This week's goal: Stop being such a pussy.

MAKE HAPPY

This week's goal: GRE Prep.