I hate emotions and making decisions so much.
How classy that the original source was removed for a facebook page…Pretty sure it was from somewhere here on tumblr though.
Anyways, yes.
This is kind of lame to a certain extent. Hey, I don’t depend on my boyfriend to enjoy life, he’s just a bonus.
I love it when he treats me like a little bunny.
Cuddles me in a ball, kisses my nose, rubs my back…
and shoves carrots in my face. <3
Those awkward times when your “best friend” starts mentioning a conversation she had with some guy and you ask her who she’s talking about,
and then she realizes that she never told you about him.
Thanks a lot, bitch. Sure, I’m your goofing buddy, but when it comes to guys and relationships and stuff, you don’t tell me anything and tell somebody else instead?!
Makes me feel great.
Facebook makes me kind of sad sometimes.
Someone posts a status about how they’ve been dating someone for 6 months, and then they get a huge load of likes.
I posted that I have been dating Alex for 21 months on Monday, only one like…still.
Come on, people. Almost 2 years! Commitment people!! D:<
I just want you to walk up to me and hug me.
I want you to kiss my forehead and tell me you’re sorry and we’re both stupid.
I want you to forgive me and put everything that happened in the past few days behind you and just forget.
I want to hear you say my name.
I want you look at me and say “I love you.”
I just want you to show me that you still care.
I really just hate my boyfriend sometimes.
Friday he went over to the house of a girl that I strongly dislike. The reason I dislike her? She has one of the very few personality types that I completely just cannot stand. I can’t bare to be around her. I made the request to my boyfriend to not hang out with her since he already seemed to think she was ridiculous anyways, and since he always complained about she was always trying to hang out with him and his friends when they claimed to hate hanging out with her, I thought that it would make the most sense to just not encourage her that they actually enjoy her presence by not hanging out with her. If I had people that secretly hated hanging out with me, I would rather they didn’t fake it, too.
I avoided talking to my boyfriend until today because I was mad at him. He didn’t tell me he was going over to her house so I thought he was just sleeping or something so that’s why he wasn’t answering my calls for 3 hours. I was upset because he completely ignored my request to just stop hanging out with her if he hates being around her so much. That and I found it easier to get along more peacefully if I stopped myself from having anything even remotely to do with her in my life, but I can’t do that if my boyfriend keeps interacting with her, so that pissed me off, too.
He called me this morning, and I decided to pick up. Things were going well at first. We were talking about what we did yesterday and this morning and he kept telling me how he missed me…then he brought up Friday.
He asked me if I was still mad at him for going to her house, and I said I was. Then he told me about what he did when he was over there and how he hardly hung out with her at all, he just hung out with some of his friends since they were at the bonfire, too. Then one thing led to another and he started questioning why I was mad at him for going over there, and when I explained, he started yelling at me about how I was being ridiculous and was hating people for virtually no reason at all because I like to just find things wrong with people, and then I started saying how it was just one person I wanted him to stop hanging out with and since he didn’t like her anyway and I didn’t understand why it was so hard, then he decided to reveal that he actually did like hanging out with her and he was just lying about how annoying she was because he knows how I love to hate people, so I got upset and was telling him how he was upsetting me and how I wanted to go, so in this really mean voice he said “sure, run away from problems like you always do because that makes perfect sense!” Then he might have said something else but I didn’t hear because I had pulled the phone from my ear and hung up by then.
It’s really hard to be excited for prom when I can’t be happy about anything else. I just can’t wait until my friend gets home so I can tell her all about this and she can give me her input.
My friend Taco is one of the only people I feel like I can fully function around. With most people, I trip on my words and I can’t fully express myself. It’s not a shy thing, it’s almost like a mental thing. With her my sentences run smoothly when I speak, but yesterday when I was talking to my dad I kept accidentally pronouncing things weird when saying something as simple as explaining how a man I was standing by in an isle in Walmart smelled like horrendous wet dog. She may occasionally be mean and try to make herself sound better than me because she can be jealous sometimes and sometimes she’s just so moody I want to leave and go do something else, but that’s just a part of her that comes with the package. The other 75% is my best friend that I could never live without.
My boyfriend continues to just plainly not understand. Now I’ll have to sum up my thoughts from this post and explain them to him over text. :P
