I’m at a point of my life where the need of physical contact is at its most high - wat. Idk. With all the stress and work that I’m dealing right now, I just need an outlet. Gahddamnit.
Frustrated in every way….
i just want to share something. i’m really in quite a pickle. i can feel it, it doesn’t involve me dying or anything, all i’m accounted for is that i have too much on my plate. idk, idk if i could handle the stress much longer or i’ll have to break the tether that binds me to it and live with the shame of giving it up. the most i can do right now is just to take that icy plunge and hold my breath as long as my lungs can hold. honestly, i can do much better.
1 1/2 years of usage and I still have half a pot left. #niveacreme
Someone hug me right now, omg.
I actually don’t wanna start the year feeling like this.
There are things that can’t be changed but you spend all your time wishing it was different. Where am I going with this, you may ask? It’s the time to leave the bitterness behind. Typical.
School starts on Monday, I have to utilize the remaining time I have with my bed…
I have a really bad habit of trying to find the outline of a guys penis when they wear pants
I am so damn exhausted, even though it’s still Christmas break. Hello, hoping in giving you nightmares…
I look so sick… and not the good kind.
Behold! My companions for the new year.
Everything yellow because idk, #GoUSTe loljk.
This is mostly where I bitch about everyday life.
There is really something about writing with a pen on solid paper. Sure as fuck that every thought I have will and can’t be organized by writing them down, I’m fairly an unorganized person. But idk.
I need to expand my vocabulary, though.