I have too many fucking expectations for myself and my ideas and others. Even when I lower them, I still get fucked. I tucking hate everyone right now. I just need space. I like my family but I think I’d like them better if I didn’t live here. And I’m ready to move forward with Ro ert but all this legal shit just lingers and no decisions have been made about it. All I do is work and study. And fuck thos high schoolers tonight. It was nothing like hanging out with the awesome IC people. I reverted back to mh old ways. I didn’t even drink and still ended up with a penis drawn on my ass. I fucking hate people. Fucking hate it. I just wanna work and go to school and find some people I can talk intelectually with and some good people to drink with and come home to/with Robert every night. I just wanna live, but on my terms in my own space. I’m starting to feel like an adult, but I know I really won’t feel like one until I leave. This fucking area can fuck itself with all the dumbass people in it. I’m fucking done giving a fuck.
Okay, I’m probably overreacting but because of the current situations he’s in, I’m really quite worried…
there’s a huge difference between “let people do what they choose with their bodies” and “let those 12 year olds have irresponsible sex”
its been 2 days and this has like 50k notes and i’ve only received like 5 hate messages about this u go tumblr u growin up
You remind me every day now.
I forgot what butterflies were suppose to feel like. You reminded me.
I love him so much.
Don’t go back on all the wonderful things you’ve told me. I trust you too much for that.
I want a home, a place I can call my own. I want a door that I can close and not worry about it being opened before I want it to be. I want to sleep peacefully, without fear of being messed with. I want space. I want stability. I want positivity and edification.
I want to leave.
Without Robert, I’d barely be getting by right now. I would survive, yes. But I would be twice as stressed and probably depressed. I can’t believe how much has changed about our relationship in the last year and couple months. Things feel right and good.
I just want things to work out and to not be anxious about them as soon as I allow myself to think or discuss them.
I was lifeguarding today and there were kids in the pool playing marco polo but instead of calling it marco polo they called it “hashtag yolo” I swear to fuck
Chris Pratt seems like a guy that would get drunk with you and then carry you home