I think I should probably move to Sierra Leone.

So a bunch of Mormons just walked into the Internet cafe here in Sierra Leone.

Because what Sierra Leone needs is Mormonism.

Okay.

Literally shaking with fear.

I’m annoying as shit.

Remember when music blogs weren’t complicated

And I could just find good music all day long.

Dude, I must have been fucking retarded for being depressed when I was sixteen and seventeen. Like, I had awesome music tastes, a skinny ass body, intelligence, no severe depression, AND BOAT LOADS OF SPENDING MONEY.

Holy shit. I’m only 20, I should be like…drinking and shit. I didn’t even have a freshman year. I just dropped out of college. I DROPPED OUT OF A PRIVATE UNIVERSITY. Do you understand this? I am Melissa Daly. And let’s not forget that time when I was MANIC AS SHIT. I will never enjoy life as much as I did those months. This is so hard to explain. I felt normal. Do you understand? My manic episode was what normal fucking people feel often. I was excited to see people. I WAS EXCITED. I felt actual pleasure from so many fucking things.

Oh my god. PDM. Public display of moping. I’m sorry.

Bad genes

I don’t think I can have children and put them through this.

The only thing that makes people not skip my boyfriend on chat roulette is when I pop up my head to see what’s going on.

Boobs - that’s where it’s at

Most accidents occur while driving when you are studying abroad.

Not malaria, so that’s cool. Thanks study abroad website. I was planning on driving everywhere. In my car. My African car. While I use small African children to run it like in the Flintstones. WHAT KIND OF MONSTER DO YOU THINK I AM?

I just realized I’m not going to survive in Africa.

I hope everyone likes pie

Because I do.