the most interesting things i say are in my tags, not in my posts. i talk shit. a lot of shit. about everything. i'm judgmental of tv and movies and my life, but not of others. i like to help people as much as i can and i'm an extremely passionate person, which means i care a lot. sometimes i wish i didn't care so much and sometimes i'm thankful for it. i'm thankful for my friends and everyone who has stood by me through everything. i talk a lot. i rant a lot. i hate a lot. but i also love a lot. i reblog a lot of posts about fashion and about sex. and also whatever looks interesting. i love followers.
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you know noelle is drunk and depressed
when she makes a bunch of whiney text posts.
sorry guys.
and i’m drunk
off my giant bottles of wine. hahahahahaa.
people should leave me messages in my ask that i can look at in the morning with sober eyes.
TELL ME THINGS. whatever you really think. even if it’s mean. cuz i’m mean sometimes. i probably deserve it.
i find myself at the end of the bottle once again
i am soooo hungover
i drank wayyyy too much yesterday. and barely ate anything. and threw up everything i ate. ugh. i feel like crap.
and why do people always say things like “on a tuesday night?!” like it’s so weird? i don’t understand the problem with being drunk on a tuesday.
i always end up getting drunk (and i’m also about to blaze) and then want to text people that i shouldn’t be texting. there needs to be an app where you can tell it that you’re drunk and you have to PROVE that you’re sober before it lets you see/talk to certain contacts.
so, i drove home
and i thought i was fine, but you know it’s bad when someone asks “are you sure you’re okay to drive?” and your brother standing behind you answers “she’s driven way worse than this.” damn you, chris. i got home in one piece.
i’m getting better at this(:
it was 2:30 in the morning, i was drunk, and i really wanted to text him. but i didn’t!
maybe i do have some ounce of self control…
shit.
honestly, idk how i just drove home right now. i’m really not sober enough to have done that. i’m not trashed, but i’m just drunk enough to definitely not have been driving. i was staring at the speedometer the whole time. fuckkkk. one month away from 21.
fuck. i gotta stop doing this shit.
