I know exactly how you feel, but hang in there, 'cause I promise it gets better. I'm proof of that, and my thing was a bit different, but I promise it was the exact same feeling, and I promise that after awhile, it went away.
Even though it feels like it won't, and even though it feels all muddy and terrible, like you're stuck or some shit.
It's not so bad after awhile, that's one thing I know for sure. I definitely can't be your rebound or anything, either, as I am lacking a dick, but if I could do anything more for you than I already am, then I definitely would. So cheer up, you.
In other news, I am trying out this forward focus thing. Well, more-so than my stubborn mind has already been able to do.
I'm also looking forward to next Sunday. I really need some retail therapy. Going with Miss Glass should be fun, as well.
It's been a good weekend, but now I'm really fucking tired. I feel like sleeping is a waste right now, though. I wish I could run on like, three hours of sleep every night. Mmmrgghgh.
To be honest, I'm kind of nervous for the floor test and everything. I know I'll pass, but I'm still nervous. It's almost that feeling like, "will I really be ready?", but I guess that's what the waivers are there for. It doesn't matter if I'm ready. If I'm gonna melt hair, I'm gonna melt hair. Which will be incredibly horrifying and maybe a little awesome at the same time. Hey, you gotta learn somehow.
I'm working really hard at trying to sell enough bags to get to Vegas, too. I'm pretty sure I'll be there. Usually if I'm not determined, I don't give a fuck, but I feel determined.
I won't be able to do shit in Vegas, but at the same time, I don't feel so bad about that, because I don't really like to drink and I know if I'm allowed to gamble, I'll come back poorer than I am now. Some how.
I'M TOO IMPULSIVE.
The convention sounds pretty badass, though. That's why I'd be going. I GOTTA WIN. I can see myself in my head being there and that drives me crazy.
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