#kila talks

[kilasmess]

I can not, for the life of me, figure out how to find my followers or even likes, on mobile. Just, cannot fucking find them x.x

[pixel-kila]

take me to brunch for our first date n im yours ily

[deep-fried-kilamari-blog]

It’s November 1st. You know what that means.

Merry Christmas.

[deep-fried-kilamari-blog]

Honestly the most frustrating thing about living with my parents is that they don’t listen to me about how to raise or handle my dog.

My dad is a firm believer in Cesar Millan. I don’t like his methods. Victoria all the way. My mom doesn’t listen to a word I say, and instead of giving Cinnamon her commands, she starts yelling at her and getting angry that Cinnamon won’t listen.

I tell her “Mom, the command is “leave it”.” And three seconds later I hear my mom yelling “GET AWAY FROM THAT”.

And every time I tell her to use a command instead of yelling, my mom snaps back “Well she’s your dog, you can intervene any time you want.” “I can’t see through a wall, mom.”

I’m trying to get Cinnamon to come when called. I say “when she comes to you when you call her, don’t yell at her. Only reward her.”

She’ll follow their dog into a part of the house she’s not allowed in (because she wants to play) and what do they do? Call her over and then yell at her.

Every time I make progress with Cinnamon, they set me two steps back.

And don’t even get me started on the bad habits their untrained dog has taught mine. Don’t get me wrong, Ginger is a sweet dog, but she doesn’t listen to a thing unless you have food.

Cinnamon didn’t beg. Cinnamon didn’t bark at everything. These are all things Ginger taught her, and now I’m left struggling to correct these behaviors when my parents are constantly rewarding the behaviors I’m trying to correct.

[deep-fried-kilamari-blog]

DAMMIT that was meant to be private, tumblr can you stop doing that to me???

[deep-fried-kilamari-blog]

I need my anxiety to fuck off because I spent a good bit of the night throwing up and I’m sick of it.

Like can I have one day where my chest doesn’t feel tight to the point where my heart is going to be crushed? I have enough issues as it is.

I can’t wait to be back on my meds, uuuuuugh

[deep-fried-kilamari-blog]

I feel like entertaining y'all with some stories of my life, and I'm gonna leave some very vague words for you guys to pick from. The one most voted for will be the story I tell today.

Fish

Sea

Knife

or Pool

Leave an answer and I'll tally the votes that waaaaaay???

[deep-fried-kilamari-blog]

Honestly at this point I'm so ready to be back in Minnesota. This whole experience has left an awful taste in my mouth and my roommate is "trying not to ruin our friendship" but man, it's already hit that point. I changed my tumblr URL to escape her, and hopefully she doesn't find my new one.

I need her and her mother out of my life, because I can't keep allowing them to give me panic attacks.

I need my real friends, man.