Things that need to happen in my life ASAP

Fort making.

Epic dance party.

Karaoke night.

90's themed party.

The A Team project.

Craft night.

Baking party.

Disney marathon.

Let's make these happen soon, mmkay?

Wow!

It has been a very, very long time since I posted on here! Why do I keep doing this? Can't say as I actually know the answer to that question...

Well, I'm just going to be cryptic and vague and not make a whole lot of sense.

Okay, ready? GO!

There are so many things I need to declutter, literally, figuratively, metaphorically, any other kind of "-ally" you can think of. I feel like I'm running out of time. I think you're too hipster for us to get along. Or rather, I'm not hipster enough, perhaps. I can't find what I'm looking for. But is this even what I want? If you weren't so damn hilarious and ridiculous I might have been upset. I was upset. But now, instead, I'll just laugh. I want something that I want. What are the chances? I'm thinking I may be over thinking. Do not think, become. There is literally nothing else I want more in this world than exactly that, but I know it's damn near impossible. None of it's real, but somewhere in the back of my mind I have to believe that it is. And I'll just keep hoping that it is, on the off chance that it is and if it'll help my chances, I'll keep the flame burning. And maybe, just maybe, it'll happen. I'm sick of hearing all these stories you tell me, as if things are so damn difficult. But I'm not that girl. That kind of thing just doesn't happen for me and I certainly don't know how to make it happen. I don't know what I'm doing. I want to spend more time with you. But how do I go about this? What would I even say? I can't deny I'm jealous of you. It's obvious. But do I want this for the wrong reasons? There is this spot I can't seem to touch, can't seem to place, can't seem to figure out. It has nothing to do with anything, but it's there. It's hard to believe any of this is even happening. It's all such a blur. If my brain could comprehend it all, maybe I wouldn't be so stressed out about it. It all feels right, like its falling into place, falling straight into our laps. But at the same time, how can we be sure when it could just as easily blow up in our faces? I want to go. But I don't want to go alone. What if it's the same as last time? What if it's worse? Stop. Just stop. Again, I'm over thinking, over analyzing. For now I think I just have to hold my head up high, keep my fingers crossed and hope to all things holy that everything works out for the best.

BIG BLOCK'O'TEXT IS A BIG BLOCK OF TEXT.

the end.