I love coffee, I love tea, I love every single little thing about me.

 

Mais je ne veux pas aller chez les fous”, fit remarquer Alice.
“Oh! vous ne pouvez pas faire autrement, dit le Chat. Ici, tout le monde est fou.
Je suis fou. Vous êtes folle.”
“Comment savez-vous que je suis folle?” demanda Alice.
“Il faut croire que vous l’êtes, répondit le Chat; ou vous ne seriez pas venue ici.

Lewis Carrol, Alice au pays des merveilles (1865)

(Source: paris)

Ramble, ramble, whine.

It’s 142 am, I have to be at work in the morning at eight for a teacher work day, and nightmares are keeping me awake. Lovely. Bought a new book tonight about finding forgiveness that I plan on reading ASAP. Maybe it’ll help. I’m tired of all the fake friends in my life. I really wish I had more people I was close to, who didn’t live so far away. I have no clue what I’m doing with my life, but I’m worried about myself. I’m still falling apart. I decided earlier tonight that I wasn’t going to date for a while, and I’m really hoping I can stick to that. I’m too scared of getting hurt again. Miserable. Miserable. Miserable.