I've been thinking a lot lately; so much in fact that my head is tumbling through nothingness and I've developed an exasperating throb in my left temple. Even though my quarter-life disaster is waning, I'm still concerned as to where exactly I'll be just five years from now. I am slightly concerned that I'll end up sleeping in one of Andrea's cabinets and still roaming the kitchen while listening to Spotify as I make crappy grilled cheese sandwiches. It's a mildly scary thought.
Other than that, there's not much more to say. I have books to get back to.
P.S. I have stolen this from a friend's blog and fully intend to use it. Get ready for writing commitment.
Oh, and no, the title of this post has nothing to do with its contents. Deal with it.
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I'm going to do this with you, okay?
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