i fuck you win

i could care less about the last 4 years of my life. fuck you, you sucked. you will never be repeated.
4 months until sacramento becomes a memory and i move on to a new city. in this city i will have a new house in which no bad memories will be made, in which the tub holds water and the hot water heater is bigger than only 1 gallon, in which i intend to bake cookies in nothing but heels and an apron every single day.

does everything happen for a reason? no, it just happens. karma doesn't exist, people don't get what they deserve. but that's not really a reason to give up. shit happens. repeatedly. usually to you. and it's not fair. and it sucks. but one day, when that really good thing happens to you, you can flip the entire world off and say "fuck you, i win" and mean it.

fuck you.
i win.