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43 Things
15 months ago
I do want to do this..geesh I am so afraid of happiness because I have known so much sadness, how do I even begin??
How to stop suffering, stop being afraid of happiness, feel alive and forgive myself
It made me
OMFG 
"I just realize i did it and it is..... an unusual experiense. "
How I did it: honestly
i broke up with a bf that i had been dating for 2 1/2 years.... and am dating a guy who is.... idk... awesome in every aspect of the word. he just puts a happy little glow in my life. he is one of the first people who mier presence sparks euphoria in my heart.
Lessons & tips: learn for your self. no one can teach you this lesson
Resources: i just let go... i felt guilty but i let go of what was holding me back.
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I was on the fence about something...
22 months ago
and then I read this thing. I think I may have reached a decision. Which is another thing. —Two weeks later, and still no action taken. Arrghh.
Summer Plans
2 years ago
So next fall, I will be a fourth year college student. Before then I want to keep working for a while, but plan on no longer working come the first week in August. After that, I want to go on a cross country road trip. New York to New Mexico! And hopefully, my sister will join me and we will travel in a square rather than two diagonals. This will cover more areas of the country that I have never even seen. And if we are really ambitious, we will return by way of Canada. I don’t want this to be an imaginary goal but a real plan. I need to liberate myself from a job I no longer enjoy. I need to have an adventure and see new, exciting, interesting things. And in the end I want to have no regrets.
This is a tall order,
2 years ago
but I am willing to commit to the change. I will not shy away from things I want just because they might turn out badly. I won’t suffer from lack of trying. I will not be afraid of the switch from depression to happiness. I will endevour to feel more alive, rather than feeling as though I merely exist. And most importantly I will forgive myself for all the things I imagine I am lacking. Too often, I find myself “wallowing in self pity.” This time would be better spent doing anything else.
Who am I?
2 years ago
I’m the kind of person who can hate herself because she sometimes underestimates the gap between narrator and author.
In somebody else I’d find this trait endearing. In myself, it’s exhausting, and not a little self-destructing.
Weird. I got in a (somewhat) heated argument
2 years ago
about typography on a website for linguists and translators. I feel very strongly on the subject (French rules for capitalizing words). So does my worthy opponent. I can see her point, but I still think she’s wrong.
It shouldn’t be a big deal. It’s just a capital letter!
Well, my cheeks are flushed, my heartbeat rose to 120 bpm, and I’m… angry? hurt?
