anythingbutlove

a twentysomething in the process of figuring out post-grad life & making something of herself.

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I’m bundled up in a SDSU sweater, scarf and slipper socks. I love this cold(er) weather and I might be overcompensating. The chill in the air is making me nostalgic for so much, though. Driving ...


Last fall, we brunched at a trendy place in Hillcrest in matching sweaters. Sat at the bar, looking outside to the cloudy sky and fashionably clad passer-bys. Last fall, we drank Starbucks–me, a...


I’ve taken down the pictures of you and I taped to my wall. I asked if you wanted our shared llama, named Karl, or if I should donate him to the Goodwill (You said you wanted him, please). I sai...


I keep thinking your going to call me and say you miss me, say you really do care about me and that you’re sorry for making me think otherwise. Except you didn’t even do that while we were togeth...


Update: I called him, and he called me back after he got off work. He said he wasn’t seeing anyone while he was with me. Our conversation lasted 3 minutes. That’s it, then.


I need to listen to “we are beautiful, we are doomed” by los campesinos! on repeat but the song also makes me want to throw things. I’m so tired of being told I’m going to have other adventures, ...


I keep checking your Tumblr to see if you’ve written any vague posts about me. I keep opening your chat window on Facebook, just to stare at the “Seen at 12:38” underneath the last thing I wrote ...


Patrick and I broke up. His feelings for me “weren’t enough to cut it.” He didn’t want to try anymore. I told him we can’t be friends and that I won’t be contacting him. Its strange that he’s b...


life has devolved into coming home from classes/work and napping for two hours, waking up disoriented, eating something and not accomplishing anything besides stressing about my section and hangi...


Definitely feeling the dog days of summer. School starts in two weeks and it stresses me out to think about how stressed I'm going to be this semester. Between two jobs and five classes and two...


Sometimes I feel so far away from the person I was in high school. Even the person I was freshmen year of college. Sometimes its like I don't even know who I am anymore. But I guess that's a fe...


Almost an entire summer has passed since the last time I wrote here. I got a new job, went to Disneyland twice, published my first issue of the newspaper as features editor. My grandfather pas...


Confession: Sometimes I waste my evenings by looking at people's lives on Facebook and feeling like I'm doing everything wrong. Success is easier than friendship.


Spring break 2014 has officially ended and it went by far too quickly. Six more weeks of class and its going to be fucking insane. I have to write a short story for my creative writing class and...


College has transformed me from the inkstained, intuitive, emotional sixteen year old to the social-media-addicted, happier, emptier twenty year old. I just feel like I'm out of touch to the th...


All I do is think about work and its difficult to think of things to say beyond 140 characters. I love my major, but its all-consuming high-speed and I have adapted to it far too well. I'm no...


What's the point of studying for my exam tomorrow when I've just become addicted to House of Cards? I feel like I don't know who I am anymore. Sure, I know my goals and ambitions and I know whe...


(Its actually NEVER post-pink hearts and glitter for me.) I'm feeling the Valentine's Day glow, definitely. I woke up on Valentine's Day to one of my roommates make everyone pink, heart-shaped p...


I've been unintentionally listening to Into It. Over It.'s "Intersections" album. I've been having weird chest pains the past couple days. Earlier, my mom dropped off some Vicks and an inhaler,...


Its a Tuesday and I'm so overwhelmed by everything. I need to pass an exam this semester to get into my major, otherwise I most likely won't be able to go abroad for a semester. My roommates hav...


"When I was young I couldn't wait to leave home and then I went away to make the world my home. In England a poet's wife suggested a word for what I felt, “heimweh.” German for homesickness ev...


It looks like the majority of users on this site have flocked here with the permanent shutdown of OpenDiary. At least we have somewhere else to go? I came to OpenDiary in the summer of 2007, fr...


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