Mar 3, 2017
oh THESE losers
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oh THESE losers
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3-2-17 (Thursday)
tiny cruddy doodle of these cool kids
I just had the worst guest. I was shaking he was so condescending and snarky. So I was like that back but I had to tone it down because it's my job. Literally I can't stand white men and then do you know what he said. He said go get your daddy so I can talk to the boss. Omg! I'm pissed. Literally no.
Bubbly feels
I forgot what it was to have a crush. So annoying lol, but tbh I like the giddy feeling I get when seeing this person. I would go for a senior though, LOL. ugh, it’s okay though, companionship. That’s what it’s all about, and it’s a nice feeling, I’ll enjoy what I can get, going with the flow. I’ve only seen him on a handful of occasions and I’m glad it’s limited bc it feels more.... free? Like, not forced to be more? Just pure companionship and friendship. At the same time, fuck having a crush lol i hate the same feeling i love. I over analyze and then I start to question myself and my self esteem, it comes and goes.Â
Procrastination at it’s best. This midterm will be okay, as long as I study, speak greatness into the universe and it shall happen.Â
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EL VIAJE.
Es las 11 y hace calor en el subte. Un bebé llora. Dos novios se acarician con amor. Él le mira la boca. Cuando llegamos a Pueyrredon descomprime y ya no me aprietan tanto. El bebé no se escucha, pienso que seguro bajaron y me empujan. Vuelvo a pegarme contra la piel pegajosa de todos los extraños del vagón. Suena Bach en mi teléfono y por un segundo me doy cuenta que nos movemos como las notas de una partitura en dirección a Catedral.