haters.

people complain that i write too much stuff. it makes it hard for them to read.


this is for you. 


life is weird. i'm packing up and wondering how i got all this crap into this room in the first place and where half of it has been hiding all year. i had over 40 books stashed around my room. it makes me depressed to go in the hall & see everyone's stuff lining the walls. mexico in ONE DAY!!!!! 


and i am seriously contemplating pulling an all-nighter with keltz to go hike the y at 4 in the morning with girls on our floor. but i'm thinking i've already seen too many sunrises this week. 


someone please intervene.