#sometimes 10

[isthestrugglereallyreal]

Makeup doesn't take an hour to put on it takes like 5 minutes if you do it right

[munsonsbread]

I just got this sudden hit of exhaustion. I got about 7 hours. I think I just bed to Go to bed a a little earlier than I normally do.

[vocalistjongin]

My mom totally went shopping without me today and she never goes Black Friday shopping. I never get to do anything...

[jessimiko]

goodnight all~ ;w;

[lemonsandmorelemons]

around 9 my mom was like 'you need to try to go to bed earlier to get your sleeping schedule normal'

look how that turned out

[touch-urself]

Day one: 10 things I want to say to 10 different people

You're beautiful all the time but you don't give yourself enough credit. You let others put you down too easily and it's heartbreaking. I wish you could see how others admire you as much as I do. 

I've honestly never met someone as great as you. I've only known you for a short time it seems, and I can count on you for almost everything. Even when I feel like I'm being a bad friend, you're still always there. Those bad moments we have are almost perfect for us, and it brings us closer for a short amount of time. I still will love you with all my heart, no matter what happens. 

I don't know what to say about you that I haven't already said about you. I've almost known you the longest, it seems to me. Hell, it even feels like a blur of what ever the hell our friendship is. Sometimes I don't know about you, to be honest. All I want you to be is happy. No matter who it's with. As long as your happy, you little bitch. You've been there at the oddest moments and you're accepting. I love you. 

You too, darling. You don't give yourself enough credit either. You're always worried about yourself but at the same time, you just don't really give a fuck. I could say that I admire you for who you are, even though we are almost the same person. We're the same, but opposite of what we both represent. I want to give you so much credit to helping me open up and boosting my confidence every now and then. Though it's repetitive, it works sometimes. 

Honey, baby, sweet cakes. Oh my god. I don't know where to start with you. You're so gorgeous. I envy you. I know you always aren't happy, but I can't really see the reasons why you aren't. There is so much more to be happy about than you say there isn't. I love you honey, and you are so worth everything. No matter what happens, I want you to keep your chin up so high, it touches the ceiling. I'm glad you accept me still for the things that I do and have done. 

Do I have to do 10? I'm not sure I even find enough inspiration for 5. But here you go number 6: Sometimes you're a dick. I usually can observe people for a week and pick up their habits. But you, you're a ball of "what the fuck". You really are. I can never figure you out, whether you're serious or you're being sarcastic. Also, you're touchy. You really are a little bitch. I mean that in the most sincere of ways, but still. You are a little baby bitch. 

I met you this year, right? Well, I obviously should have met you sooner. I'm sure you can feel it in the pit of your anus too, that we should have met sooner. Alright, I get that. I don't know how I could have passed up a person like you last year. You're an oddball. I don't think that sometimes I can keep up with you and your antics, but damn it I'll try. 

General: Stop whining to me. I'm not your little venting machine. I'm a human being and I have my own damn personal problems. I have things to deal with on my own and I don't have time to deal with your petty problems. I'm sure you could figure them out yourself, but you just choose to whine to me because I'm nice and say that I'll be there to listen. Okay, I should have said no. 

I can honestly say that I've stopped liking you this year. I've known you since 8th grade, and I wish I hadn't. Honestly, some days I cannot take your incisive bitching. My god, one day out of the week I come in bitchy and in a torn up mood and you think I'm queen bitch. BITCH, I'LL SHOW YOU QUEEN BITCH. Das right. You need to shapen up and in. Just because I've known you for so long, doesn't mean you can get away with new shit that you try to pull off. HALE NO. 

I love you mommy. That's only sometimes, though. You make me sad. I wish you would stop drinking. Sometimes it benefits me, but it really doesn't. I miss talking to you. I miss talking to you when you were coherent. You wonder why we don't talk anymore, and I just look at you with a blank stare that says "Do you not see what you've become? Drinking a bottle of Vodka within two days, do you not see a problem in that?" Do you not?