my mom always gets on my fucking case about everything, and we’re always fighting lately, and threatening and yelling at each other.
-_- she always says shit like i don’t do shit to help her, but in reality, she can’t do ANYTHING without my help -___- LITERALLY anything. she even makes me type her emails out for her.
-__________________- ugh so annoyed right now on the real doe.
i know he’s cheating on me. i know it deep down inside me, even when i try my hardest to convince myself otherwise. and it really, really hurts.
and i know that i deserve better, but i can’t help it, because i can’t remember being with someone who i really, genuinely liked, and not just guilted into being with. and damn it, i really think he’s perfect for me. and i’m sobbing right now, because i’ve been trying to deny this for the longest time, but i know it’s true, but i don’t want to bring it up again because i don’t want to have another argument that won’t fix anything.
i can’t bring it up the way i want to because of the way i found out. her facebook, your text messages. it’s an invasion of your privacy, but god damn it. what happens when you go snooping, and you actually find something? it’s what i get for being nosy, but i don’t want to deserve it in this way.
i know i fucking deserve better than this.
i know i deserve better than this, but i don’t even fucking care, because i want to stay with him so much, and i’m praying that i’m just tricking myself due to my own insecurity. i’m really falling for him, but it hurts a whole damn lot, man.
well that was quick! i immediately got messages about posting this so i’ll go ahead and do it right now hah.
sit tight, this is going to be a long post…
DIET!!
- first of all, diets are stupid. they may work for some people for specific amounts of time, but overall it is much easier and FAR…
this post will be a lot shorter
as you may know - it’s pretty important to move your ass every day. even if it’s just for half an hour, working out is always beneficial.
this doesn’t mean you have to become a weight lifter or go to aerobics classes, just go for brisk walks more often! i don’t…
dear person i’m jealous of
i’ve made way too many tumblr posts about you within the past week. i can’t tell whether or not i want to kill myself or just skin you alive. even though i say all those things about how perfect i think you are, i also think you have no depth to you. and i got a lotta that shit, i’m like the motherfuckin sea and shit.
i’ve convinced myself that you’re just another carbon copy pretty girl, and i’m interesting, and you’re not, because you are the type of person who makes facebook statuses that say things like, “i’m not like every other girl. i’m different.” lol. thinking that makes me feel better. even though you’re still prettier than me, and my boyfriend would probably break up with me for you if you gave him a chance.
and, well, frankly, i’m waiting for the day that i can finally have a dream about killing you or something.
dear person i had a crush on around this time last year
i still think you’re cute, and mysterious, and fantastic, and clever, and incredibly sexy.
i’ve thought you were cute since i first met you when i was a freshman and you were a sophomore; and we talked about bands we liked. but after that one day, we never talked again.
i don’t know how, but we started talking again suddenly last year when you broke up with your girlfriend of two years. i don’t know how it happened, honestly. but i remember we talked about things we liked, like foreign candies and music and books and philosophy.
we had (have?) a lot in common, but i don’t think you were looking for something to commit to at the time. i was torn between you and my actual ex-boyfriend addison, but 3 of my friends convinced me to give addison a chance (totally biased opinion. i ended up making the wrong decision; he was such a waste of time, and besides, what did they even fucking know?); but even after that, you still texted me periodically about nothing in particular, just little things that you knew would get my attention.
you have a fantastic laugh.
you once let me borrow a book. i thought it was so thoughtful, because you said to me, “i’m reading something that i think you might enjoy. i’ll let you borrow it once i’m done”, and i really did enjoy it a lot. it was called “you’re an animal, viskovitz!” there was one excerpt from the first chapter we still to this day randomly send to each other that read:
“i made her as beautiful as sleep, as seductive as a yawn, and as soft as a pillow.”
i really did like you. one of the other reasons i chose addison over you was because i started becoming very close friends with your ex-girlfriend, and y’all had a really messy break-up. in the end, i don’t regret it, though.
if we had dated, i would not have been such good with friends with her; and as a result of that, i would never had been introduced to evan, and i wouldn’t be dating him now.
still, you are a wonderful boy, and i still think about you sometimes, because i have never met someone who i have so much chemistry and common interests with.
hope lubbock is treating you well, sir!
ps, nice beard. no sarcasm. your beard is awesome.
and therefore by default, one of the sexiest.
You wish he would not kindly, but rudely tell her to fuck off and that he’s happily taken with you. Too often guys say, “oh she is just being friendly” and let them continue flirting with him and that shit hurts. Boys, if a girl is flirting with you while in a relationship don’t let that shit slide. If guys were getting at your girl I’m pretty sure you’d want her to tell them to fuck off because she’s yours and you’re hers.
