i keep having these horrible dreams where you don’t like me anymore, won’t talk to me and won’t give me a reason why. ugh.
I wish someone was proud of me.
xmousex: Honestly I see nothing wrong with me and her being together 3 years difference it’s not even that fucking bad. There’s lots of couples with even bigger age difference. Hate to sound up myself but fuck you I’m the best option I don’t smoke I don’t drink and I don’t do fucking drugs you fucking wanker I know about you I know what you did so why don’t you criticize yourself befor you...
I just can’t dang diddily do dang do damn diddily darn do it
hanesty: therulesofattraction: hancynic: therulesofattraction: awww, will(xisolationistx) stopped following me what’s wrong, u mad bro? trust me, it’s no great loss. trust me, I know. I find it funny that a few years ago he and I would talk every day, then he started dating kaitlyn and stopped talking to me completely. abandoning your friends for who you’re fucking is never a smart...
i’m just so tired
my dog’s been dead for two weeks
i fucking miss my dog and i feel like a huge hunk of fucking crap because i didn’t see him for two whole fucking weeks before he died, fuck.
i feel like shit. i miss my dog and it’s only been an hour. i had little hope of passing english before this happened, now i’m doomed. i can’t stop crying. i wish i had more than a few hours’ warning.
man, going out at night, driving, seeing bands and getting tattoos must be so hard. fuck off and stop complaining to me of all people.
in 18 days, will and i are celebrating the 2-year mark in our relationship. we only ever fight because i am an idiot. shit has been had for the duration of our relationship, because of our living situations and the fact that i am still in school and we are both poor, but if we can stay strong for this long everything can only get better in the future. i’m lucky not to be in a bullshit...
neglecting this blog… nothing’s happening. i’m bored all the time. school’s pushing and i just don’t care. every good thing i do is met with a negative, everything else is neutral or just not enough. big sigh.
unstoppable force meets immovable object.
i feel like i’m boring and that i keep repeating myself and that i try too hard and too often to make people laugh. and i know it isn’t working.
day one, not bad. i’m sick of being told how fast it’ll go, though. it better, i feel like i’ll be in school forever.
buying an umbrella tonight. i forgot to stretch my new shoes out for school, so my feet are gonna be blistered as fuck tomorrow. i might buy myself some cheap ass kmart shoes just so i don’t have to bother. life’s hard.
signed my permanent casual contract for kmart today, fuck yes.
my legs are covered in sores, my arms are starting to break out too. i’m happy to be having a biopsy soon, but seriously, i’m embarrassed. it’s like my sister’s skin packed all the bad things about it up and moved onto mine. i hate wearing maxi skirts on hot days and stockings in any other weather. i hate spending money on countless tubes of cream medication only to have it...
working 4-7:30 tomorrow afternoon, i wish they would give me longer shifts. choir on thursday morning. eye test on thursday afternoon. i’m nervous for the eye test. last first day back to school on friday. fifteen more exams, ten more assessment tasks, approximately 95 school days until the trial exams. i hope it goes as quick as last year did. four months until i can drive on my own.
imagine making a personal blog only to realise that you have nothing to put on it!