I think Tom Brady might cry tonight.
I love when fetish/porn blogs find pictures I posted over two fucking years ago and then just start going through my entire collection of tagged/me images and liking everything. Jesus fucking Christ get a god damn life.
Yo, you know how I tell the scummy guys from the ok guys? If they use snapchat or kik, they’re scummy.
I am also very, very close to shutting this blog down. I’ve had it for two years and it got me through some extremely hard times, but it’s getting harder for me to log on every day, not have interaction from other people, see people blogging that have hurt me. I’m not doing as well emotionally lately as I’d like to make you or myself think. I don’t know what to do anymore.
I am sick and fucking tired of living with this despicable human being. And this despicable human being put me in so much debt that I can’t move out on my fucking own. That, my friends, is called abuse and manipulation.
I’m going to South Carolina in less than a month to see my best friend for the first time in years, and our first time visiting her there. And she’s got another friend up here that I swear to god is trying to one up our friendship. She’s going to visit less than a month after we’re going. And I’ve never seen such ridiculous, desperate bullshit before. I post a status about how excited I am to be seeing her, this dipshit posts a status about how excited SHE is to see her. I gush about all the awesome stuff we’re going to do when we’re down, dipshit does the same fucking thing right after me. I just want to fucking scream.
sometimes you just need to lay on the floor and do nothing for three years
So they were talking on the news tonight about how there are like…fertility specialists…throwing “egg harvesting” parties for women in their 20s who want to conserve their eggs for later use, because obviously younger eggs have a higher chance of viability and I guess there are A LOT of women around my age who are also forever alone and they want to make sure they can still have kids if they find a partner later or don’t find a partner at all. And at first I was appalled by the idea, because I mean, to each their own, but it’s a little…excessive? It seems. But then I actually thought about it and was like “Fuck, where can I find me one of these egg harvesting parties? I need to save my eggs since I’m not ready for kids right now, but I’m totally going to be forever alone.”
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again