Kinda freaked out that my personal gate code was used 5x last night and called me. I wasn't expecting anyone. I only gave that to a couple people, so I guess I need a new one. Vegas be crazy.
Sometimes you don't have a choice, your body decides.
When it needs something and you ignore it too long, it'll just take it and you will be along for the ride.
The guy I'm seeing told me he was "looking for a chatterbox with an 'i don't give a fuck' attitude" and I couldn't have described myself better. He knew in 10 minutes it would work π€£
I told my bestie that I started seeing a guy and he's not my usual type. She was so happy and said, "Thank God! I think your usual type is the worst. I was going to give you an intervention" so I guess that's a good sign LMAO
Treat me how you want, but just remember I keep receipts. Next time you need something, that will hurt you and cost you. Never mistake my kindness for weakness. I will not be tolerant of bad behavior.
Even when I think things are turning around and the universe is sending me some good karma, there's an unexpected twist to make it difficult. Can I just get an easy day, for once?!
What do you mean the new aesthetic isn't tear streaked makeup? It's the new look I've been rocking and no setting spray is a match for my industrial strength crying apparently.
They say deaths come in 3s, but I didn't realize they also meant 3 months. My mental health is crumbling. I'm not prepared for any more tragedy, I might not get back up.
Some days you are the truck driver, and some days you are backed over by the truck. And if you are really lucky, it'll back over you repeatedly until you can't find the will to even get up again. That's where I'm at.
Do men realize that every dick pic they send goes immediately into the girl group chat to be roasted? Just stop sending unsolicited dick pics, it's really not hard.
If this is some curse or spell to make me miserable and cry endlessly, you've nailed it. Seriously no notes, I'm in shambles. 2 close friends gone in 3 months and I'm a crumpled up piece of paper just lying here.
Running up that Hill by Kate Bush has never hit harder. I'm devastated and a complete wreck. I miss and love you Gina. RIP, I hope you can be proud of your legacy. This isn't fair and I'll never understand. I'm so sorry.
Hope has kept you loyal to versions of people that only exist in your imagination. Hope has had you rehearsing timelines where they wake up, where they realise, where they finally become.
Youβve already seen what you needed to see. The question now isnβt what are they doing?