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I feel off in a lot of ways lately, but I've almost found comfort in not knowing what the hell I'm doing.This doesn't make me want to stab people less when they ask me if I've heard back from any jobs or if I've found a place to live. If you knew me at all, you'd know that if any of those things had happened it would be very obvious. If not by my happy dances or ecstatic shrieking, then by my social media/blog from which I hide nothing (when it comes to exciting life changes anyway).My roommate moved the majority of her stuff (which is everything because I contributed nothing--roommate of the year award goes to me!) out last weekend so I've been eating everything off of paper towels and mason jars.She may have taken the plates, but she left me a wine opener so I guess she's learned a thing or two about me in the past 12 months.Speaking of, I can justify spending $5 on a piece of toast at a trendy cafe, but I just can't bring myself to spend more than $6 on a bottle of wine. . . .

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