Today i had a shitty morning... But now it's waaay better... And i am even confident about how i look today... I even made a few selfies✨
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Today i had a shitty morning... But now it's waaay better... And i am even confident about how i look today... I even made a few selfies✨
I don't know if i should post them
mason injured? wtf
I had a shorty start to the day and now I feel super anxious and fighting the urge to run home! Best start to the week you could ask for!
Psst
I dunno if anyone over here cares or anything but I’m officially migrating over to a new personal blog at this link cause I can’t be bothered to keep switching accounts. It’s a side blog to eeveelinktions so yeh
My birthday is today...
But hell, leave it to my brother and my dad to fuck my mood an hour after I wake up. Hopefully it gets better. I'm just tired of my birthday being shitty.
woke up feeling really crap..
his head was fucking pounding. for most people, coming off of a high from pain killers, it was just a return of pain, maybe some grogginess.
but for randy orton, it’s torture. especially when you’re taking what seems like fist fulls of it at a time. his body is on fire and all he wants to do is just sleep the day away, pretend he’s nonexistent.
but, of course, he promised he’d visit joe at school for the weekend. that’s the whole reason he’s here, and not home or somewhere else.
“fuck.” he mutters to himself once he comes to that realization. dragging himself out of bed, he’s slow to move into the bathroom and just as slow to piss and bathe. if he could die precisely at that moment, he couldn’t say he’d be too pissed about it.
it takes him longer than he probably should to get ready, and he’s still stumbling a bit as he makes his way out of the hotel he’s in and onto the shuttle that buses him near the campus that he simply makes his walk of shame onto.
sometimes, he feels like shit visiting his boyfriend here; all of these guys and girls are put together nicely. they look orderly, successful. and while he’s the guy on tv earning the big dollars, he’s sure none of them are half as fucked up as he is. at least he managed to pull it together to look decent; hair spiked, jeans and t-shirt actually clean.
the looming feeling of death seems to dissipate once his eyes land on that samoan; his dirty little secret. he approaches, trying to keep as steady as he can, knowing full well joe has never been a fan of his behavior. “hey.”
Well my days kinda off to a bad start. Had a panic attack at school and had to leave class for about ten minutes to calm down and relax. My hands are still shanking like hell and my stomach is in knots. I just wanna go home and sleep forever.