I should have cooked, I’m fucking hungry.
Makeup or not, I really like the way I look. I love that I’m comfortable w the way I look without, but also with. I’m very happy about not needing it, unlike some cunts.
Candy is snoring and hogging the bed. Even though she’s tiny and this is a queen sized bed. She’s only 20 lbs, I’m 105. How is it that this adorable piece of fluff is kicking me out of my own bed?
Oh and.. Stupid, ugly, pig nosed bitches never win. :)
Buy journal.
Not an online journal where people judge or run off and tell their friends what they read from here, but a journal that I can hold in my hands and stain with ink. Some things aren’t meant to be shared with anyone but should be kept to yourself because they might hurt someone else. Some things can’t be helped by just talking about it, because most of the time that gets nowhere since no one truly understands. So much piles up all the time and it’s nerve wracking to know that you share your problems with people and whine all the time knowing that they have their own problems to worry about.
I really miss writing, and know that I no longer can write on here, because petty people have ruined the innocence of mine and made it something to watch for to know about the next thing that I’m sad about. Because they’re nosy and can’t move on. This tumblr will be discontinued soon. Congratulations.
Carrying food triplets in Virginia because I’m full as f***. So I’m feeling reminiscent since I can’t do much else than sit on the couch.
Happy thanksgiving, everyone!
As for writing some thoughts because I lacked motivation for a while due to ridiculous stalker fuckery, I just wanna express how grateful I am for who have remained in my life. My family, my friends, and last but not least I have the most amazing boyfriend, who has easily become my best friend, by my side. It’s crazy how many fools from the past have expressed their regret for letting me go, thus making me more appreciative for having someone who knew to keep me from the start.
With this post for those with creepy, watchful eyes.. is a notice that it’s wise you stop trying. Because I gladly announce that I’m at the point of no return and I’m finally done looking.
I’ve never seen someone go such great lengths just because you’re a nosy lowlife that doesn’t have anything better to do than read my crap evidently in a frantic, desperate manner and make up tumblr accounts just because you’re “curious” if you wanna know so bad why not just ask your friend yourself, since you’ve mentioned that he’s your friend. Piece of shit. No need for me to be nice because I’m not a nice person and this is not a friendly topic but I would guess that you already know that since you seem so attached to the subject and would know a little and just wanna see how I feel. How about you do something w your life besides frolic on an internet site? Oh. And go fuck yourself.
Oh noo :( I have one too on my thigh idk how it got there I’ve been wearing jeans everyday for the past few weeks bc I’ve been sick and I still get bit. At least mosquito season is almost done
Heh :)
Once upon a time at an all girl’s school came a girl who didn’t know how to feel about people who are homosexual, nevermind didn’t know how to deal with one if she had the opportunity. It was her first day of high school and everything was fine. Then a month passed and people started revealing their sexual orientation. At first it was chaos, some girls didn’t know how to react when finding out some of their new friends were gay. But the narrator of this story realized that they were all the same regardless, only difference was that those girls would kiss girls while other girls kissed boys. There was no huge, distracting thing that would make the narrator want to stop being friends with them. This is because of a girl named Roch and some other girls. Roch and the narrator would then become better friends with a specific inside joke/reference about cookies and cookie “juice”/dough. Since then, the narrator was banished from the school and forced to drift away from some of the awesome friends that she made but she is glad that after high school they were able to reconnect and become good friends again. Just that lately, the narrator misses Roch but it’s okay because we’re all busy. THE END.
♥?
I can’t stand people who use hash tags from twitter on facebook as if they can start a new trend when its sole purpose is to be on twitter, and sometimes tumblr. I hate people that post statuses every five minutes about “I love my baby (enter “anniversary date” from yesterday here)” or “I miss my baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!” or “with
_______ in the bathroom/bedroom/circus/kitchen/school/work/etcetcetc. =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))” Why do people insist on putting up tens of profile pictures of themselves making the same exact face or pose? Why would you think it’s attractive to add a bunch of people you don’t know, thinking it’ll make you look like “the man”? No one agrees that it’s cute to write statuses about how sad and depressed you are. Sure it’s fine to put a “bad day” one once in a while but “I WANNA KILL MYSELF OMGZZZZ :’(((((((((” or something of the sort isn’t. Why does everything have to be a competition in which someone is better looking (but on THE INTERNET, nvm real life)? If you’re not interesting in person but are the life of the party on the internet, what does that really say?
Whatever, I’m bored of this topic already. Go die in a fire, making our generation look embarrassing and all
Writing on this laptop used to be an escape for me, a way of expressing when I didn’t want to talk. The worst thing someone can endure is to not be able to express in the way they prefer, or enjoy most. I’m going to buy myself a journal next chance I get, because the internet and society and the eyes on you everywhere and the pressure on you to fail becomes so overwhelming. People think posting stuff means you want attention, although most of the time it’s true. People that hate you see that you’re upset with your life and they think they won, when most of the time it has nothing to do with them and it’s all just life and time happening.
Not saying I have no one to talk to, I have plenty of sources for that. But sometimes you just want to keep things to yourself and be upset on your own. And not have to burden someone else with your problems when they already have their own.
Although I do have one question that I’m willing to put for the internet (and my stalkers) to see. Why is it that the good people suffer while villians prosper? So much for karma. Nothing ever gets better. Even if one thing goes right, five go wrong after.
Kenneth Cole.
I don’t dig the funny business, kill that bitch w god as my witness
