i think my blog has taken a turn toward the depressing side . and NOBODY better ask whats wrong . its too late to care now .
People like me ...
Well let me tell you something about “People like me.” People like me feel little and lost and ugly and dispensable. People like me have perfect husbands screwing someone far more perfect than me and my son, my son hates me, I try too hard and I push and he knows it and I talk in that voice, that voice I promised I’d never use, and I’ve screamed, I’ve screamed...
i just want someone to SHUT THE FUCK UP and just listen to me . and i wanna know that what i tell you will NEVER be discussed between you and anyone else . clearly thats too much to ask for .
I really fucking love potatoes.
itsbrittanybittch: Honestly, look at these versatile mother fuckers. They can be Hot Cold Healthy Unhealthy Simple Fancy Eaten on the go
My fuckin' feelings are hurt ,
but I’ll be alright as usual . I’m not broken and I’m not looking for sympathy . I despise when people “play the victim”, so thats NOT what I’m gonna do . I just needed to throw that out there , that I make myself not care so my feelings dont get hurt even more . FIN
I havent talked on the phone with anyone other than Derek and Kavon is AGES ! my life is sooo dry lls .