my nightmares last might made me make a fool out of myself.
Fuck off, brain. I don't deserve this.
I'm boycotting sleep.
On a brighter note,
I've lost 45 pounds since I've been here last, 2 and a half months ago.
Go me.
is it so easy for everybody else in the world to not care, except me?
Im at the point,
where if one more person says something to make me mad,
I will not hesitate to rip them a fucking new one.
thank you facebook,
for successfully sucking the joy from yet another reletivley joyful thing.
Monday, 4:30,
hammered with dad at the cat and fiddle.
Doesn't get much better than this.
... Well maybe if my man was here
when billy hopeless calls my house looking for my mom.
he laughs at me and calls me a tool.
.....
I will forever be a Black Halos fangirl.
No shame.
I definitely just woke up with a spider bite,
on my chest,
right underneath my chin.
....
not okay.
I don't know if you noticed that I'm a human,
not a punching bag.
I can only take so much before I break.
I don't understand why I can't just be good enough.
Here's to Friday night spent crying in my pillow,
tossed to the side as I clearly am.
for everybody right now.
But don't let that detract from my point.
I seriously have no idea what it is,
but once every 3 months or so,
I will rediscover Marilyn Manson and bask in his spectacular musical glory for. fucking. hours.
This man is seriously the second half of my soul.
"Can you hand me the vacuum? I got curious and unzipped my bean bag chair."
HAHA fuck.
This is my life.
Bar owners are so uncreative.
Like, there's the:
Bear & Kilt
Pig & Duke
Cat & Fiddle
Bull & Finch
.... And a few more I can't remember.
Does anybody else see a pattern? lol.
Well I'll just go fuck myself then.
I know I shouldn't be whining,
But I'm so sick of the lack of appriciation in my life lately.
A simple "thank you" would suffice after you make me clean the whole house,
While I'm withering in pain, mind you.
Like is thanking me, saying two simple words, so hard?
And maybe, just maybe,
somebody could try giving instead of just taking all the time.
I don't want it to sound like I expect payment after I do something for somebody,
but I live at the bed side of the ones I love who are sick,
have my whole life,
and when the turn comes that I'm horribly sick and in pain,
I am:
1. Called lazy
2. Told to clean the whole house to compensate for that laziness,
3. Laughed at when in the middle of the worst panic attack imaginable.
WHEN seriously all I want is a hug.
Like, fuck it. I'm incredibly hurt.
