I hate when I slip into these self-pity phases. I know I’m better than this, but I can’t help but feel so fat and gross and unwanted right now.
I just wanna see him right now, and spend more than a few hours by his side. I just want the school year to be over already. I want to lose weight. I want to feel wanted again..
You told me to trust you, and now you don’t even trust me. I don’t want him, I want YOU. That’s it. Simple as that. I don’t want his drama, I don’t want the pain, I don’t want any of it. I want your jokes and kisses and I want you to be the one bugging me to get up in the morning. God just believe me on that. I just want to be your girlfriend. I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.
Some “photographers” REALLY shouldn’t be allowed to photoshop and/or edit their already poorly taken pictures. Making it look cartoon and blurred in a stupid spot or colored only in one small insignificant area and shit is NOT professional..
I have a thing for guys with long hair lately. What’s wrong with me? I usually find it totally gross when their hair is as long as mine. But some guys just look… Sexy, with it.
i’m so nervous and anxious and depressed that i can’t fucking sleep. it’s 7:30 in the fucking morning and i STILL haven’t fallen asleep. not even fucking tired, i’ve barely even yawned.
i thought i’d pass out after bawling my eyes out, but apppaaaarently not. food won’t even help me fall asleep! so now i’m just eating my sleeplessness away.
fucking hate the holidays, dude.
CLEARLY I SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO TAKE DAYQUIL OR NYQUIL BECAUSE I GET WEIRD AS FUCK AND TYPE IN CAPITAL LETTERS AND RANT A LOT.
WHAT WHAT WHAT. IDEK WHAT TO SAY RIGHT NOW.
Every guy I have asked so far where the penile glands are don’t even know what the fuck I’m talking about.
I… I can’t… I don’t… HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW YOUR OWN PENIS PARTS?
Why am I even ranting about this right now?!
I just… No…
so i basically tried to take care of you all middle school, you even moved in with me at one point! and in high school you always told me how great of a friend i was, and now that you moved and you have a kid, you haven’t even asked me to come see and meet her… cool.. instead, you ask MY old friends you were never friends with to see her. yeah, okay.
my friends clearly can KISS MY ASS.