So I definitely broke down crying at work today… it was really awkward.
I’m not overwhelmed, really…. :P
I wish I had this much fun during car rides….
I miss my kitty, hahaha…
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I can’t tell if my roommate is yelling about STDs or food stamps…
Shop talk .
If you want to make it up to me, give me a chance to feel what it’s like to be able to relax. To know that my bills will get paid and on time. To know that I have time. To smile. To do what I need to and what I want to when I want to because I can. Let me have 16, 17, 18 back with a vengeance, so that I can feel again the air gushing through my lungs, and blood pumping through my heart. Let me once again embrace life, freedom. Happiness. I’ve lost that. All of it. If you can give me these things, I have no qualms with you.
I hate that I hate everything.
If I hear another upper-middle class mom complain about sales tax… I will flip a bitch.
She might possibly be the bitch I flip.
"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem. "
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blah blah blah complaining blah.
