dear self? i think this should be to me anyways,

you just made a playlist of all the songs in your journal/notebook thing that you wrote when you were writing and whatever in the past. and, its sad. you're sad. they're all "i miss you, i love you, i'm here forever, i'm sad we're not together, blahblahblahblah, i suck blah". WHAT THE HELL? who the fuck have i become? i'm not weak and shit. fuck. tomorrow (technically tomorrow since its 4:52 am.... and i also haven't been to fucking bed yet) is my birthday. and, i am pledging (new year age resolution?) to be stronger. fuck yeah.

ignore the sap, i'm kinda drunk,
-j