Office by Alex Penny
I'm not a fan of some people on my other blog who know me IRL reading all of my posts, so more personal things go here and whatnot.
fuck fucking fuck fuck shit dick fuck
these are my feelings.
someone help.
i’d also like to make it clear that i was actually talking about multiple people.
i didn’t use the plural to throw you off my trail or something
there are like 4 different people i want to slap with fishes.
dameoblivious replied to your post: there are multiple people in my life that i just…
dont nicolas cage me.
there are multiple people in my life that i just want to slap in and about the head with a wet fish until they realize how much time they’re wasting on some asshole.
breeeglkgah;sdlkfjald
stop friends stop.
i love you but you’re making it hard for me to agree with your decisions.
Just realized the reason for my pant size being 12 is entirely a result of my belly and not any hip-fat.
I can touch my hipbones on each side. I mean, I still have some love-handle action above my hipbones, but if I didn’t have a belly I could wear my size 9 pants.
GO AWAY BELLY.
So I just hyperventilated, got really really dizzy and nauseated, and my vision blacked out a little bit, but I think I’m generally okay. I don’t think it was a panic attack because it didn’t last very long, like 10 minutes at the most, so… I don’t know, it was scary though.
But I stopped crying and drank a ton of water so now I’m going to go to sleep and hope I’m numb tomorrow.
I wish I could write some kind of poetic monologue about how I feel so I didn’t sound so whiny all the time, but since I can’t, here goes… I’m sad 100% of the time, self-loathing 60% of the time, and every time I think about how lonely I will inevitably be, I cry until my head hurts too badly to stay awake anymore.
Don’t pay attention to this, it’s just my grocery list.
