Been on my phone for 3 hours straight
The internet is a dangerous place...

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Been on my phone for 3 hours straight
The internet is a dangerous place...
The problem with having too much fun is knowing when to stop...
i wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me
People around me can be so fake. This is why I trust nobody… I regret waking up this morning
Feed me...
I would rather sleep than eat. Sooooo tired. The neighbors kid in the above apartment keeps crying for his mommy and forcing himself to cry. I’m so annoyed. Stomach is killing me. Craving a burger…this is everyday life for me…
I'm afraid that I won't be able to love again...
I miss the days when you missed me...
Random thought...
If I had a kid old enough at this moment in time, he/she would probably be another Frozen fan (like the rest of 'em). We would sing to Frozen songs in the car and stay up late watching Frozen on DVD in their Frozen decorated room, while snuggling under their Frozen blanket. I would probably end up buying at least one Frozen toy for my kid whenever we go shopping. Also, my mom knows how to crochet and she would have made an Olaf beanie for my kid to wear. The world has Frozen over! "The cold never bothered me anyway." Final thought, I'm so not prepared to have kids anytime soon. I have my goals ahead of me with half the amount of patience. Not that I'd be unwelcoming to a kid, but I'd prefer them to grow up in a stable household and in a school they'd attend in a friendly community. I ended up having to go to three different elementary schools, but I transitioned alright. Yet, I'm still jealous of those parents that get to sing "Let it Go" with their kids on short drives throughout town. I want to dress my kids in Elsa hoodies! One day, Candace...
My brother killed himself on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year and I missed four days of work and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’. My brother he was always a fan of beauty but what he did was not beautiful at all. And last week I got the news that one of my good friends from high school had overdosed (again) except this time she’d gone too far and now she was gone. And I had a hard time falling asleep at night and her mother hugged me tight and thanked me for coming to the service but I did not want to be there at all. This is not beautiful. The girl down the street would’ve turned 21 last year and I can scarcely imagine the wild times she would’ve (should’ve) had. But she is buried six feet deep after falling nearly 300 and she did not leave a note. This is not beautiful. My freshman year of college and my roommate was beautiful and how I wanted to be just like her. But she wore herself down till she was almost invisible and if you blinked you had to go and find her all over again. So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition but are paying her hospital bills watching their daughter crumble. This is not beautiful. So y’all can take your narcissistic romanticizing and glamorizing of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide and shove them as far up your ass as you possibly can. Starvation is not beautiful. Killing yourself is not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. This note I am writing is not beautiful. But you you are beautiful and it’s about damn time you start believing it.
(via runiqu)
Super open post. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Having to use the restroom in the dark due to the power being messed up from high winds in the area, no problem. Hooray for cellphone lights...until your phone's battery is rapidly depleting. To top it off, that super spicy Pieology pizza with all the oil and grease, jalapenos, two packets of crushed red peppers, spicy chicken, and then some is making you think that it's probably best to just stay posted on the can. Makes for a nice, warm seat...Having to charge my phone through the usb port on my tablet hasn't done a thing. Why, oh why? Lolz. Welcome to my life at this very moment.
I'm holding my breath so I won't snore.
Apparently my snoring is too loud. I don't know why, but I'm completely awake and holding my breath and my husband still complains about my snoring. Since he is losing sleep, so am I. It's not my fault that I snore. I'm going to the gym at least 4 times a week and improving my eating habits because being out of shape is a common cause of snoring. Lately I have been having a cough, but not due to the common cold or flu. That might be triggering my snoring. I don't have sleep apnea because the only reason I wake up is from him complaining about my snoring. I am not proud of it and I find it slightly embarrassing because I cannot feel comfortable knowing that if I fall asleep somewhere in public that my snoring will be heard. The internet is a great resource for solutions, but I feel so helpless right now. While the hubby is sleeping, I've decided to stay awake this entire time to avoid snoring. 😞
That moment when your husband acts more like a bitch than you...
Life realization
The sad reality of my life is that I make better friends with people out of state, or even out of this country online than in person. Another sad reality is that I'm typing this while in the restroom... 😅
…you’re lucky I’m a stubborn asshole because these took way longer to make than I’d like to admit.
holy fucking shit
I would rather pull a double shift at work than come home to someone that doesn't want me. The thing we used to call love is gone...
Never have I ever been bought flowers.
I'm a married woman. Is that even possible? I don't expect any either...