I just want to live in the 1920’s.

or 3o’s or 40’s or 50’s.

Because yolo.

I hatehatehate praise from my grandparents.  And from my mom too, which can really pick up when they come.  I know that’s why they’re here but it makes me so uncomfortable.  And my mom treats me like I’m about 4 years  younger whenever they’re around. So many rhetorical questions, and sweet talking me. But the minute they leave the room my mother will start criticizing again.

I am so thankful for its existence and that I will be there soon because it is literally [and metaphorically, I suppose] the only thing I have right now.

Its the only thing I have left to hold on to. ugh I can taste it, its so close. 

I’d like to know what kind of a person I would be if I didn’t have my computer.

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