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.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
i miss RP
but apparently it doesn’t miss me. since no one ever wants to let me know what RPs are active and where i should join, and then if i do join, no one seems to want to plot with me. kinda sucks. maybe i’ve been gone for too long, but that’s mainly because, well, no one wants to let me know where anything is happening or plot with me. vicious cycle i guess.
i should have given up shitty friends for lent….
….oh well, i’m not catholic anyway.
that awkward moment when you want to throw up but it’s late and you know your roommate and her boyfriend are sleeping and don’t want to wake them up.
why do you text me back so quickly at 2 in the morning?
you’re not asleep, but you’re also not preoccupied… good or bad?
bad because i shouldn’t have texted you in the first place. hmph.
i really just hate being lied to
just tell me the fucking truth and let me decide.
i can’t seem to get that stupid feeling out of my head
but i’m hoping it’ll go away. it’s getting easier.
the thing that sucks is that i don’t know if we’ll ever be able to really be friends. friendly, sure, that’s what we’re doing, but not truly friends. at least not for a while. it still hurts too much.
i’m supposed to be losing weight
but i ate three slices of pizza for dinner.
and i had some sort of ravioli thing for lunch.
not super unhealthy, but definitely not food for losing weight.
and i really want a popsicle.
