I feel like I am always trying to escape, and do for a little bit, but then it is back to reality and everything is still the same. Whoever was first to say “reality bites” really knew what the fuck they were talking about. And then I hate myself for saying things like that because reality should be beautiful. And maybe it is beautiful but there is something wrong with me that keeps me from seeing it…and this is what happens to me when I am up, alone at night, on tumblr. At least I go to sleep early now. There was a time where I kept myself up until 4 A.M. with this shit. The same shit still bothers me, but now I just sleep. Somehow I felt like I was happier then though even torturing myself staying up until 4. Idk what the hell I’m talking about anymore. That’s my cue.
This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
No joke just read this then basically got offered a job while sitting on my ass in bed
Also my birthday month whooo
I have friends who are like getting married, like this weekend, and then a bachelorette party next weekend, and then another wedding the following weekend. When the fuck did this happen? What is happening? Weddings? We’re not even 25 yet!