I am so sick of myself. I’m sick of constantly subconciously searching for males/men/boys/boyfriends. I’ve gotten to the stage where I need to constantly have someone interested in me. Put simply, this is because I’m insecure; I need someone to constantly pay attention to me, compliment me, tell me they love me, or I actually get quite upset. Is this normal? I blame my up bringing with an extremely strong, loving father. I wish I was more independent and less of a sensitive bitch. I might ask for some balls for Christmas. Nothing a kitten in a cup won’t soothe.
The cutest faces welcome today. Nothing wrong with old fruit. Debates with him make me giggle. She makes me giggle more, spiteful giggle. Happy to realise the dream wasn’t reality. Maybe I shouldn’t be so happy. Dude that’s heavy.You’re all talking to me but I don’t want you too. Yeah, “talkingggggg”. If you didn’t- I’d despise you. I shouldn’t know you. Blame “the Age”. Another you is annoying. Bombastic, bombarding, egotistical prude. IT’S EVOLUTION BABY! What should you say, Today? What shall happen, Today? I don’t like the food but I’ll go there anyway. Is it a lie? Deceiving? Hide that truth. Soy un perdedor. You crawled back but so did I, until we violently crashed in the centre in the rain near the water in the car in the tar in nothing. There is nothing! Those boots look cool, they make me think you’re alternative. Congrats. White sky’s are ugly days. White lies are ugly ways. Today said “Make gold from the shit”, she said “Ok”. Always complying. Come lie.
Yesterday My Boyfriend Told Me He Didn't Love Me Anymore, But He Wished He Did
I’m writing this on my iPad, because I’m better than you.
Just made a tumblr.
I am now an official hipster it seems.
I have some visions of this turning into a beauty based blog (because there’s hardly any of them out there! [sarcasm noted I’d hope]). So this will hopefully be somewhere I can discuss the world of beauty and cosmetics, because I am a vain little girl.
In usual tumblr. fashion, it will include insignificant anecdotes about my mediocre, depressing, monotonous, unsatifying, alternative, hipster life! Arcade Fire are way too mainstream these days anyway…
I will delve into over personal details which hopefully you will devour like candy.