anti-perfection

in defiance to all of those blogs out there that portray a perfect existence (but that i find inspiration from most of the time despite this)

i've been drinking coffee when i said i wouldn't (because i'm getting married in a matter of days and coffee makes me very jittery and nervous which at this point in time does not need to be encouraged).

my landlord screamed at me this morning and it made me cry and feel useless because when i was given the opportunity, i didn't say how much i was hurt by it.

i have the worst, most boring job in the whole entire world and every second i sit here it becomes more boring.

i have smelly breath right now (from said coffee before).

my period is late.

2 more people are moving into the house i live in at the moment. i'm grateful for the room at this house but it brings the total of people up to 6. 3 couples. i need space.

perfection blows and isn't real.