I am better off alone.

I am capable of being independent.

I’m getting used to this.

Null and void.

I am the most impatient woman on the planet.

I don’t do well with waiting, or the unknown.

I like plans.

I don’t do well with slow response times, or lack of action when it’s needed.

I’m kind of crass, and a bit of a bitch.

I have a huge heart. Sometimes I don’t like it.

I have never been more thankful for someone’s existence. There is no feeling in the world quite like the cocktail of worry, and dread, and utter fear. Sleepless nights, filled with unraveling seams and nauseous nightmares. I’m in too deep. I couldn’t handle losing you.

Please, dear God, tell me this is not happening.

Finally relaxing for a few days.
Thank God.
Oh hey, New Orleans.

The whole world is going insane.

What benefit do we receive from killing each other?

My mind does not understand this.

Then, I will be a licensed nurse.

Look out, world.

Yet you enjoy being enraptured by, and obsessed with, something so unstable.

You would.

fuck you very much.

I took a comp predictor exam today.

It’s supposed to predict my chances of passing state nursing licensure exams on first attempt.

I have a 99% chance of receiving licensure the first attempt, according to this test.

And I don’t care at all.

Why? That I do not know.

One of  my many dreams is becoming a reality in less than one month, yet I am not excited whatsoever.

What the hell is wrong with me?