I hate it when something has to be ruined when it’s at the perfect state. Sigh, I’m sick. Sore throat, congested nose, headache, all of that shit. I just pray that I’ll be healthy as an apple by Wednesday due to the week’s plans. Water balloon fights, water games, Award’s Ceremony, Dance, kickbacks, family time, etc. I hate being sick, so much. What did I do to deserve this?D: I’ll take all the Nyquil and Dayquil I need.
I need some color in my life. Lately, it’s been so dull. All I see are shades of grays. Sigh. When will I see the rainbow again? The spontaneous exciting rainbow? I’m tired of this predictable rainstorm.
You two do not know how much you made the whole male race look like the most ignorant douchebags. How the fuck do you expect me to pay for YOUR shit? I never said I’d pay for your food. Plus, I gave you a dollar and fifty cents to buy yo’self a damn drank. Wasn’t that enough? I don’t fucking think so. Don’t ever dare to lay your shit on the damn counter while I’m paying for mine ever again. The total wasn’t even that much, but fuck you. You didn’t even give me my money back. You two gentlemen? FUCK TO THE NO. Y’all are more like nomen. Oh, and you never said ‘Thank You’.
The intake of single life is starting to get to me.
Let’s get real here. I’m not desperate or continually asking for a significant other, I just get sad about the fact that I don’t have a special someone sometimes. I know, this isn’t necessarily making sense, but sometimes, I just want someone to talk to late at night before going to bed, gradually having deep conversations about how each other’s days went. Sometimes, just sometimes, I need the ‘I know you’re not okay’ hug, sweet ‘good morning and goodnight’ texts, etc. Sometimes, I just need someone by my side.
When you forget everything that ever made you hate that person. You remember the memories you shared, the bond you used to have, and the things you went through with each other. In a slight second, I forgot every little thing that ever made me hate them, and for just a moment, I missed them. Then I’m back to remembering why they disgust me. :3
You’re so fucking fake. Faker than a plastic Barbie doll, and faker than a diamond at Wal-Mart. Your obnoxious giggles to jokes you can’t even fucking comprehend makes me want to shoot you with a bow and arrow. Your hypocritical moments with your bff who you once hated makes me wanna puke on your pickle shaped head. You’re the fucking Regina George in my life. I truly dislike you.
What happened to freely expressing thoughts and opinions on Tumblr? I guess we can’t really do that for a while, because our blogs are like entertainment for you guys. What really scares me, is how you guys even found our tumblrs to begin with.