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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exhaustedddd
don’t wanna go to work.
don’t wanna eat.
i just want my headache to go away.
last night was kinda fun, but the negatives outweighed the positives.
next time someone asks me to go somewhere and my initial immediate reaction is “no thank you” i’m not allowing myself to get talked into going. not free. spent way more money than i had/wanted to. on credit for drugs. stranded. and all in all realized that there’s more people in my life that i can’t trust. funnnn.
i’m not sure how long i can do this.
i want to ask him, but i don’t.
i mean, yeah, sure, i want to know whether or not he actually wants to be with me, but i’m afraid to ask i think because i’m afraid of the answer.
i need to stop thinking about that guy
because i know there’s someone else thinking about him too. and she’s the one that deserves it.
but what kills me is that while he’s thinking about her, i know, at least part of that time, he’s thinking about me. but i definitely don’t deserve it.
i am not that girl
so why am i acting like her?
effffffffffff. i think i need to spend a few days away from him.
