jimmy, me, this poor guy, and 200 santa monica beach goers
i got on here an wrote a bit
then i deleted it without really thinking.
it was negative.
it's time for an intervention. a big one.
i'm not sure what its going to take. (i just imagined myself running some crazy olympic obstacle course in the mountains with bright orange running shorts and contorted facial expressions. so weird)
i've gotta get grounded. get back on track. clear my head.
dear self, i know i forgot about you for a second but don't worry. finals are almost over. still love you, me