constantly stuck between hating myself and thinking im the best thing on the fucking planet
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me too.
I deleted all my old personal posts because they were overly indulgent in depression and self-pity. This ends here.
Stumbled across this beautiful watercolor piece:
I know not who to credit but I love it. 
It looks as though they are playing with an animal.
Awake.
I have been to work for 8 hours and been up for almost 11. The day still feels so young despite the fact that I’m tired and running on 5 hours. Not a problem, not a problem. I’d rather be up and at ‘em than sleeping my life away. I watched the movie Elegy just the other night starring Ben Kingsley and Penelope Cruz and towards the end of the movie, Penelope’s character reveals she has cancer (spoiler alert!) and admits all the things she would have done differently, which included sleeping less. This statement made me sad because I am no stranger to overdoing it on sleep. A goal of mine this year which hopefully will turn into a lifelong habit is to not overindulge in sleep but rather, get the hell up and get moving. Who cares what I’m doing, as long as my ass isn’t unconscious.
Fuck.
…..have I really been angry for the past month straight? Unbelievable. When did I get so mad?
Oh yeah, I remember now.
I want little intricately designed shorts such as these.
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