"i hate matching pillows."
"really? 'cause i just got a pair."
"in that case, i love them."
i broke my polaroid.
i'm pretty sure i'll be able to get a new one.
it wasn't as nerve wracking as i thought it would be.
i don't know what it is, but i don't care about things as much as i used to.
the anxiety from doing things i used to do only when i had to is disappearing.
which is a good thing, i guess.
but i'm becoming devoid of emotion.
besides sadness.
it sucks.
i lack motivation to do things, more than usual.
i guess i should see a doctor.
maybe i'm just a cynic.
but at the same time, i feel too much.
i'm such a sympathizer.
i'm still searching for my perfect person too.
i just have to many flaws and expectations, and not enough time.
once again, it sucks.
