In my old age...
The only thing that I’ve learned about relationships and I am currently trying to live by is this: Words and actions have to match up. If you have one without the other, it’s stupid and pointless and you’re wasting your time. So don’t say one thing and do the other and expect me to tag along until you make up your damn mind. Been there, done that. Not interested. Say...
Why is it sad to snack in bed but special to have breakfast there? I woke up next to peanut butter M&Ms. I didn’t eat them in bed last night but I thought if I told people I fell asleep with them it’d be viewed as sad whereas waking up to them seems more happy and hopeful. Why?
Boy are stupid and I shouldn’t have to put up with their petty bullshit.
Has been incredibly exhausting and interesting. I almost think I must not be myself…Things that bothered me this week: Having to repeat myself. Via text. Read the freaking texts. How do you fail at ‘listening’ when you have eyes to see? Rich bitches with terrible sense of style. I see your hair and make up and clothing and I wonder if you have any real friends. Who let you...