been at university for two weeks and i've already consumed more alcohol than i did all summer, slept around like a fucking minx, and "settled down" with a sweet guy who i guess i ought to start calling my boyfriend.
life should be good, but i still consider it the same level of blase (enter french accent) that it has been for ages. i'm starting to wonder if i'll ever feel anything again, ever.
although i know i felt something last night when a guy called me a bitch from halfway down the street and i flipped him the bird and kept walking like i didn't give a shit. then, when i was around the corner, i sat down on the curb and started to cry.
i had my girlies there to cheer me up, though. that's never happened before.
life is good, i know. i just have a hard time showing it.
time for another vodka and lime.
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