a letter to myself

dear me:

STOP FUCKING AROUND! get a job, run and write. stop procrastinating.
when summer comes and we're on the plane, it will all be worth it.

stop beating yourself for things that you cannot change, it's going to be alright.

focus.

stop going out so much and spending money on shit like booze and sunglasses and coffee. seriously, stop it with the coffee. do you even know how much money we spend on that shit? we have a 1343 dollars plane ticket to buy.

we need to stop hiperventilating everytime we think about
a) new zeland
b) love
c) money

because

a) it IS fucking happening, i don't care if we have to sell our body (to science and/or prostitution)
b) romance is boring and we're fucked either way and it is NOT happening. besides i hear there's very attractive people in new zeland.
c) working on it.

when did we become such pussys?
what would johnny rotten say?

and one more thing:
we are just using them to have stories to tell.
stop it. we're hurting ourselves.
and don't try to argue over this with me, we've been over this a million times.

so when you're feeling the anxiety comming, do this:
breathe.
and listen to this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCvgXmg0m1g&feature=related
i know it puts us in a good mood.
remember that in 4 months (5, tops) you're going to be half the world away from EVERYONE WE KNOW. except, you know, fer. but that's perfect because we love her. isn't that a nice feeling?
and suck it in and deal with it.
i love us, even if we're stupid paranoid fucks most of the time.