I know the title of this blog doesn't quite fit my rather harsh bias... It's not like I'm trying to draw people in with this idea that I am this sweet, cheeky, light-hearted girl who is in love with the city of Seattle, it's just  it seemed to flow more smoothly. That is all.

Moving on. Establishing oneself in an up-and-coming city is not the easiest thing in the world, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit to biting off a little bit more than I can choose. Oh, I guess that is what life is all about. Making choices and then having to live with them.

When I first began thinking of what it would be like living with a male roommate, I had this light- if almost dreamy idea of what it would be like. No amount of day-dreaming or metal preparation could prepare me for what it has actually been like.
Men are much like dogs. Not all men are flea-attracting slobs, but a good handful of them are. That's not fair... I'm being much too harsh.
I haven't had a single pleasant experience when it comes to a mans touch. Maybe I just haven't found the mysterious "One" and he is just out there feeling the exact same.
Ew. I'm done talking about this. Why I even began talking about it is beyond me.

I feel as if there is this mental switch inside my head that allows me to simply switch off all emotion. Life has kind of been really shitty, and that is really hard to admit because I put myself in this situation.
Talking to both my parents, they go on about how proud they are of me and all I can think is, "Seriously! I'm a complete joke!" I can't even cry because I'm afraid I wont be able to stop.
Life here is not that bad- really. It's more like the life within my head is unbearable.
As kids, it's as if we are wired with these specific set of morals and mental rules that are clean cut and clear. As we age though, we lose the ability to hold to these self-truths thus ceasing to be the people we originally were. Nobody is who they truly should be. We are all just tiny fragments everything.