Sometimes things make me happy, sad, angry, confused, annoyed, curious, etc. I don't know what I'm saying.

 

Well hi there. I left Alaska a couple days ago and have been traveling in the Yukon. I’m now in BC and it’s beautiful. Unfortunately I feel like I’m going to die on these roads, so goodbye, goodbye.

Ps if I don’t die, I’ll be really excited to eat Indian food soon.

Guys, packing. Like, I have so many little things? How and why?

4 PEOPLE MOVED INTO THE BUNKHOUSE THE DAY BEFORE I LEAVE BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS ME TO HAVE NICE THINGS EVER

AND THEY ARE LOUD

I WAS ASLEEP

ASLEEP, AND NOW I AM NOT

AND WE KNOW HOW I DON’T FALL BACK TO SLEEP AFTER I’VE BEEN AWAKENED. THERE IS NOTHING IN MY LIFE THAT I LIKE RIGHT NOW.

I MAY BE EXAGGERATING BUT IT’S BECAUSE I WAS ASLEEP AND NOW I AM NOT. AND I JUST DON’T WANT TO SHARE A BATHROOM WITH BOYS BECAUSE BOYS ARE ICKY.

3 months later, I still hate packing.

By the way, I’m writing a book.

It resembles a long tumblr post, so opps.

The asshole college kids who moved in just got TOLD OFF.

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