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My house is a mess. 

I'm not studying like I should.

I'm just a receptionist.

I don't write anymore.

I watch the same five shows.

I take too many substances.

I've stopped crafting.

I don't play any instruments anymore.

I haven't read a book in awhile.

I don't exercise or eat well.

I've let things slide.

I let it hurt me when my husband mentioned that if I was 'put together' that I'd be doing something 'amazing' with my life.

I have the mediocrity blues, the sort you get when you finish your undergrad and you move to Australia, and you sometimes think about having kids but then remember that you're kind of a fuck up who might be the most fun at karaoke but can't seem to get it together in the morning.

I want to get it together, just a little. Not perfection, but I want to be a little better.

And I want to keep track of it here.

Hello again, Bloop.