I'm just going to be ridiculous and post every time I feel like it.
I'm going to write out all the random shit that passes through my head.
I'm just going to throw it out there - all of it, unplanned and unchartered.
Have you seen what's out there? There is NOTHING.
Have you seen how people act? Like ASSHOLES.
Trying to make me jealous?
My greatest power is to ignore, ignore, ignore.
I just need to learn to harness this power.
It's not like my bionic hearing - that super power is natural.
[I envy your ignorance - I hear that it is bliss]
Hubs is extremely depressed.
He might divorce me.
I told him what I need to be happy.
He went to sleep.
If I was wealthier, I'd go to therapy a lot more.
I have no filter [for the most part].
I like being blunt and I'm not scared of confrontation.
If I could say what I really thought... well, just be glad I don't.
I'm sarcastic to the core.
The more you play into it, the worse it will be.
Contrary to popular belief, I CAN take it as well as dish it.
One day I'll be able to post about the Smack A Bitch Debacle.
But not now.
People are extemely ugly, on the inside and outside.
If I was wealthier, I'd be a lot different.
"Just give me the chance to prove money doesn't make me happy."
I'm not greedy - I'M TIRED OF STRUGGLING.
I'm not afraid to admit that.
If you think money doesn't help, that it hinders?
Well - you probably think that fucking double rainbow is intense.
If you don't know what that means...
You're missing out, man.
[patience] is what I'm lacking.
Every day people prove to me they are worthless or amazing.
Every day I am thankful for the real ones and their real love.
I'm going to start an image journal and attempt to chronicle what is tangible.
I wish my hands could write as fast as my brain thinks.
That's why my journals are half filled.
I'm lucky I've got mad WPM.
I'm aware this tangent is rather manic.
But deep down inside, I am just another melancholy girl seeking genuine attention and I am not afraid to admit that.
I will own it and I will change it.
And I'm quite aware that others have it way worse than I do.
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