Human limitations.

Human nature.

Everyone makes things more complicated than thing needs to be. Vague, yes? True, no? It seems like it's human nature to analyze and pick apart everything, because that's what separates us from any other living creature -- our cognition and intellect. Sometimes though I feel we don't spend enough time just living, instead of thinking about living.

I am unsure of where these thoughts are going but to talk of things that I am certain of:

I am quite pleased with myself lately. I am happy with how I am. I am content with how my life is settling.

This is how it's going to go down.

I am going to try to take better care of myself.
I am going to try to be a better daughter.
I am going to try to be a better student.

This weekend should be a good one.

Mindfuck.

Sleeveface.

Boys, Idaho. Dumb.

After Tiffany pointed out that she didn't like the guys I go for, I realized something.

As of late, I've been focusing on my own stuff, and not really going after guys. So the guys that I have been interacting with in that kind of way are guys that are more interested in me than I am in them, and I kind of go along with it reluctantly, because it's convenient (note: not exciting). I like that I'm focusing on other things than guys and letting things happen, but it's kind of exhausting putting up with guys I don't really have an interest in.

Speaking of which, Aigor is apparently outside of my dorm now?

Crumbs in my bed

Every time I move my legs, they brush against something rough underneath the covers. I need to stop eating in bed. It's probably the Cocoa Krispies Cereal Straws. I keep trying to brush off the invisible particles, but I can never get them all.

I'm trying to think about everything -- to clear up everything in my head while swiping mindlessly at the neverending cluster of crumbs. Thinking back to the beginning of this year until now, so much has happened, yet so little has happened. I feel like for every step forward that I'm taking, I'm taking two steps back. That I'm moving, but instead of getting anywhere, I'm back at that same fork in the road that I thought I had already passed a little while back.

is it my fault? you can only blame other people for so long.

It doesn't matter how fast you're going when you're going in circles.

Brush it off.