February 2010
if everything is okay, why do i still feel so strange?
January 2010
lisavocado:
how can anybody so fat be so hungry? how does that even work?
all of my classes i ever was in was full of people who think i’m insensitive. but come on; this one is reasonable.
or maybe not. and i deserve being called insensitive; there was that one time that i said people who were raped were only ever a victim during the duration of their rape.
i love the shit out of this.
i don't know what feels worse,
waiting for him to call me or finally talking to him and knowing i could be blown off again.
i feel like i’m on fucking death row.
i am shaking and my head is throbbing and i want to throw up.
just turn your phone on, please please please.
still feeling really shitty. his phone is off and i just woke up from the worst dream.
fucking kill me.
i feel like throwing up.
pete’s phone has been off since noon yesterday. i know he went to some skanky party last night and i just feel so sick to my stomach.
why can’t he just call already?
i might not have a place to live next year.
fuck.
i just walked home from logan’s. it is so so so cold outside, i still can’t feel my legs. now i’m sitting back in my livingroom, shivering. there is an extra girl in my roommate’s bed, i don’t know who. if i knew i wasn’t going to disturb them, i’d be curled up by now with my mind off of you, but i know i’d wake them up.
regardless, i wish you had...
(661): Sorry for talking about super scientific shit so much last night, I know it bugs you sometimes when I don't shut up.
(1-661): What? You sat on the couch for a solid 2 hours staring at your fingerprints and the only word that came out of your mouth was "how"
HHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
you want google chrome.
lisavocado:
kalyberries:
trust me.
everyone says this! but whyyy?
i just made mine so fucking cute. it’s awesome.
you want google chrome.
trust me.
i’m going to be my skinniest this summer, just you wait and see.
a formal apology:
i have been a mental case lately. i am sorry. i love you.
lalalaaaaa
woke up still drunk at suffolk,
took the t back,
went back to sleep,
just woke up in time to finish my drawing homework.
life is alright.
Transfer
anemptypocket:
yeah, this isn’t for me. I’m not happy anymore, and I don’t strive on doing art. Neuroscience here I come.
WOW same person. i wanted to go into psychiatry or neurology until i decided i would ‘follow my dreams.’
hah. where will you go?
5 tags
this is a song by some friends. they’re...
dad: i hope that you do not have a real tattoo of a bear on your arm
me: it's a birthmark
dad: nice way to squander your college money. it will look really sharp in a wedding dress or job interview, too.
me: love you too, dad.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION, JAMES, you have twice as many tattoos as i do. and i work for my money. so go fuck yourself and find something better to do with your time than disapproving my every decision. i hate that i'm crying about this.
something i particularly don't love:
when your boyfriend’s friends post mean things on your facebook wall and said boyfriend does nothing to defend you.
i feel so so so worthless right now. i know none of you care, but whatever.
i love this man.
pioneersohpioneers-deactivated2 asked: i just wanted to tell you that i really hope you're okay. your tumblr's seem really upset lately and you really don't deserve that. i know i barely know but you seem like such a nice girl and i know what its like to be completely upset with someone you love so much. and if i'm totally wrong then i must sound like an idiot. but you're fucking beautiful and your tattoos are...
this is SUCH fucking bullshit.
i want my forty three dollars back. i want my things back, everything. mostly, i just want the old you back.
because now you’re just a spoiled fucking prick and i want to break your nose.
i am in a shitty place right now.
I GET TO SEE MICHELLE TODAAYYYY
hooray! ldkjglsdfkjgl;dkg
so excited. form study at one thirty, boooo :[
everyone just wants love.
who can fault us for that?
i threw up a lot last night. i feel sick today. my body can’t take this anymoreeee
ugh. i don’t want to go to stupid stupid class. coffee and a weekend update with logan, then beditme after.
i am so tired of being so fucking fat.
i could die right now.
fuckfuckfuck
what a miserable person i am.
“Oh, how we cry
Like rain drifting skyward
And our hearts are mighty engines...”
– j.satin
from “to god in alabama”
i'm sorry.
really.
last night was so bad.
it’s one thirty and i just woke up. my head is throbbing, my whole body aches and all i want to do is hear your voice and know that everything is fine and everything will be just fine but you’re not answering and it’s killing me.
i’m just going to sit in bed all day until i can come see you.
