rambleeee;
I'm writing in this even though I'm exhausted and can barely lift my fucking fingers to type. I'm writing in this because I'm lonely and sad. I'm writing in this because most things in my life right now are screwed up and I can't for the fucking life of me fix them. But whatever. I'm done with caring about all that shit. I'll just be the same stupid girl that puts up with absolutely everything people throw at me because I am just that type of person I guess. I care entirely too much about pleasing other people and making them like me. Seriously. Way too much. In fact, its almost disgusting the lengths I will go to to be liked. I say sorry way too much; this is something I've just recently noticed. Its kind of sickening. Blah. Kill myself.
Anyway.
I guess quite a lot has happened between my last post and now, but since this will probably turn out to be a public post, I won't say. It's not really all that important anyway. Well it is, just not so much that I post it in my fucking online journal. I only keep this thing to document nights such as this on which I feel especially helpless, flawed, or emotional. Somehow posting my feelings for mostly perfect strangers to read is comforting. I feel like I've left a little bit of my devastatingly dramatic and sometimes absolutely unbearable life for you fine people to chew on.
So go on. Chew chew chew. & Then be sure to spit me out, because I do not deserve the protection of a closed mouth.
Now I am for sure just rambling. I am too tired to make sense out of my own words.
Pay no attention to this wordy drama queen. ♥
I love my fucking boyfriend. Justin you're fucking amazing.
Anyway.
I guess quite a lot has happened between my last post and now, but since this will probably turn out to be a public post, I won't say. It's not really all that important anyway. Well it is, just not so much that I post it in my fucking online journal. I only keep this thing to document nights such as this on which I feel especially helpless, flawed, or emotional. Somehow posting my feelings for mostly perfect strangers to read is comforting. I feel like I've left a little bit of my devastatingly dramatic and sometimes absolutely unbearable life for you fine people to chew on.
So go on. Chew chew chew. & Then be sure to spit me out, because I do not deserve the protection of a closed mouth.
Now I am for sure just rambling. I am too tired to make sense out of my own words.
Pay no attention to this wordy drama queen. ♥
I love my fucking boyfriend. Justin you're fucking amazing.