No I won’t drink to much tonight.
3 drinks later...
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No I won’t drink to much tonight.
3 drinks later...
So I’ve seen him in a store where I am working. Convinced that security guy that he stole something, just to see the security footage of him paying for everything he took from the shelves. At least I’ve seen him.
Crying myself to sleep for the 4th day in a row. Is there like an achievement after a certain number of days?
I have just one question
Why other people deserve happiness? All I want is to be happy. Maybe it’s not material things. I just wanna die my fucking hair and have a tattoo. My parents and my school bans all of those. Why girls can have their hair dyed, but dudes can’t. I just wanna leave the house confident. Maybe I am not meant to be happy
I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but something really wants to keep me alive. Whenever I am on the verge of losing my sanity or on the edge of suicide, something good happens. I mean, HE JUST TEXTED. Omfg I am gonna cry
Just a normal day
Do you all know the feeling when you think it couldn’t get any worse. Well, I am here to tell you, it can. A month ago I met a guy. He was sweet, cool, beautiful. He stalked me on all my social media, and he finally texted me. TBH, I didn’t even remember him. We talked for some days and when I was drunk enough, I finally asked the magic question. ARE YOU GAY? Well it turns out he was. This is where things started to get low-key messed up. We somewhat agreed to meet-up. FAST FORWARD. The meet-up never happened. He texts me saying we should meet up. Then places me on the receiving end of radio silence. He left me hanging, like he usually does. I am at work again, not giving a shit. A familiar voice appears from behind me. Hey, where do I find the toilet papers. What a coincidence... IT’S MY FUCKING EX. He was like, we should meet up, we are still good friend, yadi yadi yada... Texted him after work, Are you free for a coffee? He was like, Nah, I am going to the movies. Yup, turns out he is with his other ex in the ZOO. Why does god hate me so much?