I need to quit torturing myself……its not healthy for me…..I made the decision….why do I keep looking at things that remind me of you though….


Why do dudes always wanna know your bra size tho, what are they gonna do, buy you bras?? Cause that would be very helpful bras cost a lot of money i would save a fortune

When guys ask my bra size I ask their dick size. Simple as that

I was more depressed with you than I am without you. I feel free. And that’s not your fault. I did love you at one time but….that changed. I’m not pregnant and you’re not a father at the ripe young age of 18. Nor am I a mother at the good age of 19. Aren’t you happy? You have to be now. You get to do what you want again. I’m not there to beg you to stop. And I’m not there to ask you not to go. Other guys told me how THEY dressed when they were with you. They said I dressed better to go running than they did to play pool. Tells me alot. Things always come out. Maybe I should be careful with what I’m doing. But I’m not. I’m trying. I’ve become a girl again. Dresses and skirts. They haunt me during the day like long lost ghosts coming to say hi. I enjoy them. I’m more me now than I was the last 17 months. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Not really.

Maybe I have commitment issues….is that okay? Maybe I go for guys that I cant stay attached to…or guys I know it won’t work with….

I may be pregnant…..


i hope manners is the next cool trend






-intelligence (or lack of)
-skills (or lack of)
-weird hobbies
-friends (or lack of)

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Pretty much everything on that list.. 

everything and more



i want tattoos and self esteem


I want a horror game that’s not dark, or foggy, or covered in guts and blood. I want a horror game that is set in broad daylight and uses detail to slowly unsettle the gamer, instead of dumb jump scares. I want to play a game that leaves me too nervous to look out windows or in mirrors or be in open spaces. I need something that’s not just another moody game where monsters chase you through nasty surroundings.


i’m that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn’t big enough. i’m that friend that gets cut off in the conversation. i’m that friend that gets left behind when i asked for them to wait for me. i’m that friend that doesn’t get invited to hang out alot. i’m that friend that if i want to go to the mall or some place with a friend i have to be the one to invite people to make sure i get included. i’ll always be that friend.

Do I have to do to get my dad to think I’m responsible and trustworthy? I mean……jeezus Christ. I’m 19, not pregnant, never had a kid, in the military, when I came home the first thing I did was get a job and buy a car, and he still doesn’t think I’m responsible….. I want to give up so bad. I’m trying to get into college, get enough money to move out, and just fucking leave here bc I hate living with my parents….all I asked was to borrow their car bc mine is being fixed. Just so I could go see my boyfriend. And he tells me no that I’m not responsible enough to do so. And that I can’t drive that fat….I’ve driven to his house before and farther. But I’m not responsible enough for this or trustworthy enough….and I don’t understand that….I paid for nearly $140 worth of groceries and about $60 worth of gas for them…..all I asked in return? To use their fucking car…..and I get told no…….I’m so….I just….I don’t want to live here anymore…..they control everything I do……and I can’t….