Jun 5, 2014
I never forget the time somebody called me whore for wanting to get noticed.
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I never forget the time somebody called me whore for wanting to get noticed.
erm, an update. a few, i guess.
I have multiple pulmonary embolisms. Again. And bits of my lung are dying. What a lovely new development! Sigh. So I'm at home being sick and bored and reevaluating my life, as you do when you have a potentially deadly condition. I'm going to be fine, I'm sure, but it's just such an annoyance. I don't want to be sick. It's supposed to be Year of Fun. WTF?! Oh well...
Anyway, as you can tell by my lack of enthusiasm for writing here, I don't know if tumblr and I are meant to be... I will most likely hibernate for a bit and then return to blogger, where I can write long, rambling posts about inappropriate things and introspection. This microblog was great for my time abroad, but has been less great upon returning. Yes, I'm fickle. I don't care. Whatever, whatever - I do what I want!
to the bitches that think they're better but aint on shit
realize u can talk alllllllll the shit u want now, but I'm reading my books while ur wasting your time, and you'll be working for me in 10 or 15 ;)
Holiday time
Hey Kendall
I stole my bra back from your room when you were at work
It's so annoying when someone doesn't talk to me for a long time and then conveniently misses me the day they need a ride.
Book.
356 pages of my life ago, I made a decision which has taken over my life for a few chapters.
Everything happened so fast.
149 pages later, my reader skipped to the end of the thirteenth chapter.
It ended, my reader closed and left the book untouched ever since.
I was devastated that my reader didn't bother to try and comprehend.
120 pages after that, I didn't care anymore.
I knew then, someone else worthy of my story will come and with will, read.
80 pages later, my worthless reader came looking for the book to continue reading again. He found it, I refused. That reader does not deserve to get a glimpse of my story again.
...
I was head over heels. And it will stay a was. I will definitely not take him back.
He's a tremendous son of a word-that-rhymes-with witch. He's notorious.
I don't even know why I got with him in the first place, I think I was seriously fucked up those days.
We exchanged something very personal, yet we never knew each other at all.
That's what's wrong.
356 pages later, I will not make the same mistake.
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Good bye.
Now, I had found the answer to, "Where's the good in goodbye?"
I will never ever get to deal with you in that way ever again. :)