I hate myself sometimes. Why do I even exist?

I exist myself sometimes. Why do I even hate?

Getting ready two go celebrate my boyfriend's birthday.

Going to go sleep later.

Nada.

Driving to the mall, listening to Ghost Stories in the car.

 

Buying stuff for my family.

 

Going back home and listen to Ghost Stories in the car.

 

Done.

 

 

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Driving to the mall, listening to Ghost Stories in the car.

 

Buying stuff for my family.

 

Going back home and listen to Ghost Stories in the car.

 

Done.

 

 

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Riding the bus to work, listening to Ghost stories on the bus.

 

Working till midnight.

 

Going back home and listen to Ghost Stories on the bus.

 

Done.

Going for steak dinner and drinks with the BF later.

Playing a gig on the patio at Holiday Inn and then checking out some of our local Blues Festival this weekend.

*What I should have done today?*

-Studied for a test to enter to college next year (I took a nap of two hours)

-I should have sorted my closet (I stayed in pyjamas all day)

 

mmhh... I need to change myself :(

eating macaroni and cheese with green peppers and eggs

Supposed to make some phone calls about work and do some dishes but I doubt I'm going to do f*** all today.

I need to do some chores and then I'll be listening to Coldplay and finishing a cross stitch card which I'll be giving my parents for Christmas.

BUMP

 

Well, I was working this early morning and then heading home to get some rest. And then now I'm about to work again on my desktop while listening to Pandora Radio :P

Going to see Inside Out on this wet and dreary Irish afternoon!

Today I'm going to the pool!!!!

 

"I live to see the world"

I'm making some more things for a horse sanctuary's Christmas Fair.