So randomly this morning
there was a bunny rabbit in my yard. So I called my mom and was like 'there is a rabbit in our front yard' and she laughed at me and told me things I could do.
forty minutes later she asked what happened.
'I caught the bunny rabbit.'
'you did'
'I named him Norbert'
'You have an hour an a half to get rid of the rabbit.'

Forty minutes of me and Eric chasing a rabbit around. And we successfully caught it under my trailer in the backyard. Rabbits are a joke.

Dreaming old dreams, wishing old wishes.

Sometimes, in the most random of moments while simply driving around, I'll see your car. Even the slightest bit of you makes a deep crimson rise to my face, seeing your ear or the back of your neck. And suddenly in that moment I can hear the bass of your music, too loud, too sharp, too perfect. Even the junk sounded good while I was there beside you. Singing along, messing up the lyrics, but getting them right. Dancing dangerously as our parents have warned us not to. Seeing your car, exactly how I remember it; the shade of the color, the rust spots, the dents and curves, it almost makes me believe again. Seeing your jawline, even from a distance and through layers of windshield glass, and I can hear the bass again. But you can't hear mine. I don't have faith in that; anymore.

I am happy, I swear.

Well, it's been lovely, darling.
But I'm afraid I'll have to pass.


I'm tired of dreaming of people who aren't my friends anymore.

I'm not happy right now. Bullet points, shall we?

• I just want a break. 
• Trying to study for too many finals=not focusing on any of them
• I need to tell baby bird to stop coming home because I'm tired of crying every time he leaves.
• CAN THERE BE ENOUGH HORMONES IN MY LITTLE BODY?
• I don't want to do the crash course anymore. I'd rather stay home and watch sad movies all day.
• I dreamt in facial steps last night. I don't think that's healthy.
• I'm too jealous of a person.
• Jealousy deserves two bullet points.
• Three actually
• I'm over this whole waking up and having a period when I shouldn't be having one thing.
• Can someone please not be too busy to listen to me. Maybe even let me stress cry a bit on their shoulder. Please? 

You can't spell school without I hate my life. Honestly.

Plus side, one final down. Got a 98. Yet somehow saying that doesn't make me feel better knowing that I won't do that good on any more of my finals. Stop being a perfectionist, Adri. You're a joke.