nothing gold can stay

maybe i was built with the right amount of human emotion and everyone else was given too much. no one ever thinks of that.

will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful

will you still love me when i’ve got nothing but my aching soul

i know you will, i know you will.

fantasizing about quitting my job in some elaborate way, when really I’ll send some calm e-mail that totally ignores the real reasons. i’m quitting because of the anxiety i feel when i drive within a mile of my office, even on off days. i’m quitting because i went to college and this job is beneath me. i’m quitting because i’m giving myself stomach ulcers.  i’m quitting because it’s not normal to be 22 and go home crying everyday. 

it sounds like a tornado outside my apartment and i’m busy debating how lame it would be for me to send a fan letter to lena dunham. so there’s that.