I am the most attractive person that two of my ex boyfriends have ever been with. It has been confirmed.
I moved out last weekend. My room is finally starting to come together. :)
I’m literally in shock that this photo of mine on instagram has almost 350 likes. Insane.
And we sang through smoke and rum and coke and promised with our pity, man, one day, I swear we’ll be okay.
People who think I’m a nice person are always confused when they find out I hate children. Why do I have to like children to be a nice person? It’s not like I want to hurt them, I’m just insanely annoyed and grossed out by them.
I have this overwhelming anxiety in the back of my mind that I’m going to wake up one day and realize that I wasted all of my time on bullshit and never lived my life.