It might just be because I’m sick, but my self loathing has reached a new level today. I laid down for a nap and I had a beautiful, yet disturbing dream. I was sitting on the floor of my kitchen with a permanent marker. I was drawing beautiful patterns up and down my legs with it. There was a gorgeous chinese peacock and playful weasels, lotus flowers and graceful koi fish. Once the entire...
Things to do:
Shower Finish college application Find headphones Watch Grave of the Fireflies Go to bed Die in my sleep. yaaaay awesome night
TMI Tuesday. You know what to do. →
Hahaha, someone unfollowed me for that post.
I hope your “perfect boyfriend” leaves you for someone with bigger boobs and longer legs.
I literally want to stab the majority of you in the throat. I hate stupid girls who just expect their boyfriends to be perfect. Excuse me, The Note Book is fiction for a reason, bitch. No one is that perfect. Honestly, I don’t think anyone wants someone that perfect. 365 letters? Now, isn’t that a bit creepy? Now this is to all of those girls who post those prettied up text pictures...
It frustrates me when I ask for advice and I know...
Like when someone tells me “Oh, well just tell him to shut the fuck up.” Really? So you’re telling me that you would just turn around and tell this person to “shut the fuck up,” even though I know you’ve never seriously said that to anyone? Or when I’m having friend problems and someone says “Just ignore them.” Oh, because that’s the...