February 2012
34 posts
We just had a tornado drill. I sort of assumed that once I got into college I wouldn’t have to do that anymore, but oh well. At least we didn’t have to get in the fetal position, we just had to shove like five million people into a little dark smelly stairwell.
EDIT: It actually was kind of worse because I was shoved in next to my exes best friend. And we had to make awkward...
I hate having to talk to Tumblr just so that I don’t explode. Where the fuck are the people who are supposed to listen to me.
I’m so incredibly tired and lonely.
This shitty feeling in my chest wont go away. BUT Dylan’s gonna come over to watch Grey’s with me, so. I don’t think anyone reads my shit anyway.
I’m patiently watching Marty suck at Halo and all I can think is that I just want the Netflix back so I can watch Grey’s and sob into my football shaped ice cream cake. Maybe Dylan will come over and bitch about my shitty taste in tv and music and make really rude comments about me sobbing and being fat. That would make me feel better.
Something pretty significant occurred to me tonight. I’m in medical school, but even seeing pictures of blood, burns, ulcers, and all of the other things I’m going to be dealing with makes me nauseous. Do I think I’m in the wrong field? Not even for a second. This is what I was born to do.
It’d be nice to know what’s going on. Or anything at all.
It’s kind of an indescribable feeling when you realize that the person you’re in love with hasn’t been in love with you for a long time.
I feel like my whole body is being squeezed tightly by an ice cold hand. I really mean it when I say I’m all used up. The next person who comes along will only ever get fifty percent because my ability to give someone my all has been sucked dry. I’m only part of who I used to be and I’ll probably never get that back. I miss you and I love you and I don’t remember how to be...
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Finally at 9/16ths. 5/8ths here I come!
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Bring on the hate. →
closer-to-the-sunn:
Sometimes I hate having bigger boobs because I cant wear low cut shirts or anything without having my boobs all out there. But then again, I’m glad I have bigger boobs because they’re fun to play drums on when I’m bored.
I’m sick and lonely all the way down to my bones.
January 2012
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It kills me when I start to feel comfortable and then I come back to reality and realize this isn’t going to last. My stomach drops every few days and it’s sucking me dry.
Anonymous asked: Dave constantly talks about how he can't stand you anymore. Just so you know.
Ehhhhh I’m so fucking hungry and I want a cheese burger but I really don’t think I can get up and make one.
I’m not sure how this happened, but somehow I severely tore the big muscle in my left thigh so I have to take muscle relaxers in order to let it heal. BUT I react really strongly to any drug, so I know whenever I take them I’m going to be unable to function. Since I have Charlie and school all day, then I have to be able to get up in the night to get Charlie if he wakes up, I have no...
I’ve always prided myself on never giving up, no matter how many times I’ve been let down or had my heart broken, but I honestly feel like my streak is over. I’m all broken and used up just like everyone else. I really am all used up. I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired.
All I want for Christmas is a tshirt with Ron Swanson’s face on it.