Food is a really big deal for me, I love to eat but talking about what I eat makes me somewhat uncomfortable. For you to call me out saying I don’t eat, in front of strangers and friends,pissed me off and I’m actually shocked you had the audacity to even say that.
so…fuck you
why is it so hard to talk to you?
god! i just need to rant but words don’t come out
life sucks sometimes, and you know what? maybe it gets too hard to hold in all the pain; remember, there’s always another way out.
i love you.
I have a fucking throat infection and everything sucks. And now I may have an eye infection and everything sucks more.
Why can’t I live a happy sick-free life?
why can guys treat you like you’re the most amazing person in the world for 3 months, then ditch you for 3 weeks and pretend you don’t exist?
probably going to the hospital…
great day i’m having
mother comes home:
yells at me for not folding laundry
and completely ignores what chores i have completed
and not to mention, my fever
thanks, mother dearest.
today’s plan:
- find tape measure
buy new curtains- watch Midnight in Paris and Blue Valentine
- laundry/ dishes/
mop re-paint nails- buy OPUS tickets
I tend to cross reality with my daydreams, thus creating a false reality and everything I think that happened, didn’t happen in the way they did.
Can’t stay home because my mom always yells at me
Can’t go to my dad’s because….it’s my dad
Gotta make some money so I can be me, myself, and I,
No more bullshit.
things i need to do before/by 10pm
- shower
- braid my hair
- do laundry
- do dishes
- europe journal
- read
- pack my bag for tomorrow
- potentially finish homework i never started
let the games begin
my body is shivering,
my stomach has butterflies.
my brain is quivering
i’m usually coy,
quiet or shy.
around you, it’s kind of a lie
the world is spinning,
while i’m still standing ;
everything i see is upside down
