So I was walking to the depanneur and found mush on the ground.
Today is a good day.

//shit nobody cares about but feels good writing about it//

Right now I’m pretty happy with my life.
There’s so many things that should stress me out a lot right now, but I’m happy and don’t feel anxious.
I started a job that I love and will hopefully get more contracts soon. My boss keeps telling me how much he loves working with me and is already talking about being my assistant in the future. I have amazing friends that I’m sure I’ll still hang out with in ten years. I’ve never felt so loved and appreciated by people, I love these guys so much. Croquette is a lovely cat, she’s just perfect. I might have a lot of debts and still don’t have a rent for July but it’s not keeping me from smiling. I feel pretty and am now really happy with the way I look. I can spend a couple of days with my mom without arguing with her. I’ve been at her place for the past two days and don’t wanna leave cause it’s actually pleasant. I’m in a way kinda sad about my relationship with my dad and the way he acts with my sisters and I, but I just stopped caring about it. I feel like after July (he pays my rent for the moment and gives me a little money so I can survive) we’ll just stop talking and all. If it happens, it’ll be his loss.
I’m gonna spend a couple of days in NYC next weed to see The Saddest Landscape/Caravels/Athletics/Gatherer with a good friend. That will probably bring some memories about my ex boyfriend. I haven’t been to the states (he lives in New Jersey) since we broke up. But whatever I’m over him. In August I’m gonna spend a week or so in Chicago to finally hang out with that lovely boy with whom I’ve been talking to for six years (and all these other lovely people I know in Chicago). Probably gonna spend a couple of days in Boston at the beginning of June to see whenskiesaregray/MONOLITHS./Ken Burns/Mimieux.
I will finally have the money to buy a theremin. I’ve been dreaming about playing the theremin for years. Maybe I’ll start playing some bass again, if it doesn’t hurt too much (I suffer from that lovely thing we call carpal tunnel syndrome).

I’ve always been a pessimistic person and for once I feel very optimistic. It really feels great.

Last night, I came at my mom to spend a couple of days. Today one of my roomate calls to ask me if I knew that roomate X left. He said he came home and X room was empty and that the back door was open (thank god Croquette didn’t run away). We knew X was leaving (hallelujiah) but not when. The way he did it was pretty sketchy and not so polite. 
I’m so glad he’s gone. Worst roomate ever, he was always drunk (drinking about a 12 per day), annoying, didn’t clean, used the bathroom as an ashtray, never did his dishes. When I would dress nice “sexy”, he’d give me that gross look and once told me I had nice under wears. Creep. He’d also often look at cam girls on his table in the living room. He’d something get up with his tablet and go in his room for a couple minutes (gross).
He still owes about 175$ of rent. I can understand that you don’t have much money and all. But don’t tell me you can’t pay the rent when you fucking spend 20$ per day on beer. fucking asshole. He’s pretty much the definition of a loser.

I won’t miss him. fuck that guy like so much.
I havn’t felt home since November cause of X and the other shitty roomate we had from November to March. I’m moving out of this apartment in July and out of twelve months I’ve only really felt home for about five months.

I can’t wait to live alone again. I’ve always had bad experiences with roomates, except for the two others ones I rented that apartment with first (j’vous aime tout plein les croquettes <3).

thesaddestlandscape:

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Here’s the deal:

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je crois que je deviens de moins en moins lucide. j’imagine que d’ici quelques temps (/ANNÉES/)
Je n’aurai plus souvenir d’avoir écrit ces mots; effacés par la folie qui a pris le dessus.
;;;.,sournoisement„;

J’ai peur.

Des confettis dans les yeux,
et de la lumière sortant de ta bouche.
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face de soleil.