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I’m sorry I still haven’t written my Michael Imperioli story. I can’t tell if I’m being avoidant or if I never intended to tell you guys in the first place. I just needed to draw you back in. I’ve been going to bed at 9:45 and waking up at 7 to go to cracked out boxing classes. I leave feeling like I’ll never experience sadness again while I listen to even more cracked out music.. I started using this disgusting green powder that Alix Earle drinks in hopes that it’ll give me superpowers. Around 3pm every afternoon, I rediscover the sad. The other day, I was trying to remember / relay a conversation I had had earlier in the week. It took a few minutes to realize it was actually just a scene in a TV show I’ve been watching. Brain worms come in all forms, but I think mine are extra special.
My friends have been really hitting me with some gold this week. Last night, Thistle said I needed to proceed this year with “low lids.” I tend to enter situations, particularly those that involve crushes, with “high lids.” Eyes wide, eager, everything upfront, etc. I’ve historically considered it charming, but with a new haircut comes new responsibility. I’m not sure how successful my dive into the demure will be, but I’ve got Thistle and Gretchen to bully me out of sending late night texts and that’s a start.
I can’t remember who texted me calling someone “an island of misery,” but that one really hit too. I think there are some people who are truly committed to being miserable. I don’t mean depressive tendencies. I mean destructive, isolating boohoo misery. The sort of misery that happens when circumstances don’t align and the response is to shipwreck everyone around you too. That’ll simply never be my kind of island. And even though being hopeful to a fault has left me, more than once, in complete emotional shambles, I will never commit myself to misery. I could tell you all the things that went wrong and are going wrong, but where’s the fun in that? I’m on my way to landing something major, next week I’ll be extremely tan after a Mexico vacation with mommy, and I think it’s possible that I’ve never looked hotter. I’m getting a sunburn on my left arm as we speak and the trees are finally sprouting green. Everyone’s watched their friends lose themselves in relationships. Emma said you start to get the sort of gray-ed version of the person. I got a little gray for a while..Bad weather on the island. A few more sunburns and I’m fricking golden though..