"Katniss, there is no District Twelve"
I’ve read these books twice over now. And I just want to do it all over again.
I’ve been struggling to write something about TV, something I love, for weeks. I feel guilt constantly, weighing on my shoulders, and instead of addressing those feelings I watch more television. The guilt isn’t just about the aforementioned article, but it’s one of the things circling in my mind. So instead of doing any of those things, I’ll write about meaningless/full things, and by doing so, I hope to lessen the guilt.
I miss Lexie Grey on an almost daily basis.
When I go to bed, just before I fall asleep, I pretend I’m a new character on whichever show I’ve been bingeing. Lately, I’m Jessica Day’s best friend come to visit.
I’m constantly afraid that I take on more than I can handle, yet I do it anyway, because I fear that if I don’t step up, nobody else will.
I beat myself up pretty frequently about the fact that I’m not sensitive enough about my bf’s anxiety/depression, and the rest of the time I wish he would just snap out of it (which makes me feel like a horrible, terrible person).
I’ve only just begun to assimilate the fact that my migraines are becoming a disability. I’m frequently out of commission one to two days a week, and it’s hindering my ability to function.
I think about moving back east every single day.
I’m afraid of walking alone at night, and constantly look over my shoulder when I do. I honestly think it elevates my general stress levels, even when I just think about waiting for the bus alone at night.
There are many reasons why I don’t subscribe to the “getting engaged with a ring” thing, but the one of them is because [TMI coming/I never talk about this because I/people find it gross] I have eczema on my fingers.
To take New Girl’s words, I’m a “do-er”, but I really wish I wasn’t. The happiest days of my life were the four months I spent unemployed and had no other responsibilities when I first moved to Ottawa before my first year of Master’s program. (Interestingly, I didn’t get a single migraine during all that time).
I feel really badly about this.
And thus the guilt returns.
He can be my prom king any day.
I have no idea what’s going to happen but I have a feeling it’s going to involve a lot of yelling.