DON’T WORRY. I’m still alive. 

Guyewa and I still don’t have internet at the apartment so I have to do everything in the office. Merrr…

Update: We’re doing great, Guyewa’s stll at his sucky temp job but that’s ok because he’s making a lot and it helps. I quit my job at APAC because I applied for a manager position at a local head shop. I kinda did it on a fluke.. and I got it. I LOVE it so far. If you. Live near by or are passing through Wisconsin, stop by.

Here’s the facebook link: http://www.facebook.com/ElfsGifts

Anyway, I miss you all hopefully I’ll be able to update more soon. <3 

poetadomal:

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(via campbelltoe)

For making every high school girl think “photography is my life passion.”

No, you just know how to download Picnik. Go away. Your pictures are shit. 

*unfriend*

Sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I feel so guilty. I’ve just been so busy with work and life and you know… smoking. But if you even want to still listen to me, can I catch you up?

I can’t really explain my job much further than this:

Except I like it! Really! And I make Buttloads of money! YAYYYY! It just hurts my brain thinking about insurance all day. 

BUT ANYWAY. Guyewa and I got the apartment! We’re going to sign the lease tonight, we pick up the keys Saturday and then move Sunday!! :D

There will be pictures to follow and they will be AWESOME.

I want to get off of the internet so I can get plenty of sleep, but for some reason I feel compelled to stay. I feel like someone important is going to talk to me, or something is going to happen but it never does. So why do I think this everyday?

Merp. I’m going to go put my focus on something else.

Because I’m moving away from home for the first time, I’m cleaning out my desk for things I don’t need anymore.

Buried underneath was my booklet, “Myths of GRIEF” that I was given in my Freshman year. 

I still can’t believe it’s been 4 years since my best friend, Austin commited suicide. Holding that packet in my hands again brought back so many memories. All of the tears I cried and the anger I felt while holding those papers. The words it suggested to say to myself everyday. Simple things I could do to just forget for a little bit. My notes from the 6 months of counseling. 

But it did something else, too. It made me realize I’m okay now. I don’t need those papers to help me stay happy. Austin is gone, and it isn’t anyone’s fault. I am happy for the memories I have of him and the time we had together. I miss him everyday, but he’s not holding me back anymore.

I’m happy to say that I finally threw that packet away today. 

You guys, I’m moving out. 

NEXT SUNDAY. 

This feels so fucking good. 

I’ve waited too long.

So who’s getting fucked up tonight?

Cuz I sure want to.