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3 notes / reblog / posted 3 months ago

How do you not be socially awkward?

Someone teach me.
If that is even possible.

0 notes / reblog / posted 5 months ago

Number one rule for buying me anything.
Never buy me any article of clothing that I didn’t pick out myself.
As simple as I am, I’m very picky about what I wear.

Thought my mother would have known that by now, but I guess not.
And now, I feel like the worst daughter in the world. 

1 note / reblog / posted 9 months ago

Craving some fucking chocolate, but I don’t have any fucking chocolate and it’s making me mad. 

4 notes / reblog / posted 9 months ago

I really hate having my hopes brought up for nothing….

Also hate when frustration turns into tears.

2 notes / reblog / posted 1 year ago Don’t know what to believe.

All I know is that I predict a storm heading this way.

Notes / reblog / posted 1 year ago FUCK

Is my fucking most favorite fucking word of all mother fucking time.

Why, you fucking ask?
Be-fucking-cause, you can basically put it any fucking place in a sentence and it will still make complete fucking sense. It adds intensity to a fucking plain and boring fucking sentence.
Also, I have a habit bad fucking of not completing a statement and saying “fuck” because I fucking forget what I was about to say. I just fucking realized I switched “habit” and “bad” around; I think I’m fucking dyslexic sometimes. Don’t fucking know for sure. Can’t fucking sleep; too fucking hungry. Over-fucking-thinking. I’m a fucking idiot.
Yes, I’m a fucking potty mouth and I couldn’t care any fucking less right now. Got a fucking problem? Tough shit; I’m currently out of fucks to give. If it fucking bothers you so fucking much, go ahead, be my fucking guest and unfollow.
Fuck, I fucking love the word fuck.

THE FUCKING END.

Notes / reblog / posted 1 year ago It’s been years….

But I still find myself hurting and crying over this shit.
I know that if that had not happened,
I probably wouldn’t be here where I’m at today.
But still, I just wish that I could’ve gotten to this point
without going through what I did.
TILL THIS DAY, I’m bothered.
TILL THIS DAY, I’m hurt.
TILL THIS DAY, I’m ashamed.
TILL THIS DAY, I’m angry.
TILL THIS DAY, I have flashbacks.
TILL THIS DAY, I’m mad at myself.
TILL THIS DAY, I can’t forget it….

Even if I tried, I just can’t seem to forget.
I can’t live like this forever…..