Word.

Fucking asshole, cheated again. 
You don't deserve any shits.

This fucker has taught me so much about relationships, though.
 What not to do: 
1. Don't be an asshole.
 -Pretty self explanatory. 

2. Keep. Your. Fucking. Promises.
 - Seriously. Fucker.

That's pretty much.
Except, on a real note, this fucker made me sink back into myself further. 
Like, I feel if I give all of me to anyone, they'll just end up fucking me over. (Repeatedly.) 
He made me fear getting too close to people, which sucks so hard.
That is the real tragedy here.
That he was such an ass to me that I am afraid that everyone else in the entire world is like this.
Which I know isn't true.
But I can't get that feeling out of my head.

The flip side:

How's it going', Brian.
I Google a lot and assume others do too. But probably not. Meh.
Super cute. 

I keep wanting to grow out my hair, thinking it will look like Kimbra, kind of.
But it will just look like Micheal Jackson.
So that's not happening.

My Dalek dress is coming along nicely. Well, I have almost all the supplies for it, and about two weeks to finish it. So. Excited.
I will be putting pictures up throughout the process. 

One of the names I've always liked is Brian, because it is so close to brain.
In fact, nearly every time I type it, I have to switch the letters around. Herp.

I'm going out tomorrow to get baby food plastic containers, super glue, and black fabric. Hurray!
So close to actually having this dress.

I can't et my tablet to work anymore, so I wiped out the Walkman again today.
Gotta say, I really prefer this. 

Pandora really knows what I want to listen to right now. 
Such an awful end to a good day, really needed this.
Mh. 

I'm out of tea.

What was the point of this. 

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