#thefaceofenthusiasm

@c00lm3m3 bebe go to bed and catch some z's !!!!!!!!

can’t tell whether I’m depressed or just in a really bad place and majorly affected by it. I got some super good news today and I can’t even be arsed to tell anyone, it didn’t make me feel anything

the penultimate essay of my degree is a 2500 word discussion of the politics of female orgasms, I’m not even trying to censor my work at this point and it is fabulous I feel like Carrie Bradshaw at my MacBook typing it out although hopefully I am slightly less whingy in my execution

I am too sad to do anything I’ve literally spent the past hour googling pictures of paris hilton to cheer me up and if that won’t work I don’t think anything will

it's so hard being in a city where I literally don't care about anyone, and no one here cares about me I only have 18 days left but it's going to take so much to get through that all my loved ones from home have been so supportive and I love them so much for that but it also makes things so much harder to be reminded of how good things are back home, waiting for me. I want to be there more than anything

I am really anxious about Sunday tbh like I have such a good life here, I have so many good friends and my true most precious besties also and I am so fortunate to have a parent that loves me and a baby brother that looks up to me and the bestest most caring and hilarious boyfriend but to go from all that to nothing, like literally nothing is terrifying. I know I'm only going away for a month and it's to work and then I don't have to do it again but I'm really anxious I don't think my soft heart can handle a month without loved one cuddles

lol pmt is the absolute fucking worse like there is a lot on my plate atm, granted, but I feel SO doom and gloom and I'm like 🔪🔪🔪🔪 be gone satan feels