my blog is fucking dope.
my blog is fucking dope.
Got the job at Coach. Woohoo, finally out of minimum wage.
I just saw a life jacket for a wine bottle on tv today, and I think all my problems in life are finally resolved.
and man was being in love something that I took for granted. What I felt was real, and I have to find something that rivaled that feeling completely. If I could have married him, I would. I should have married him, I fucked with fate, and fate fucked me over. Now i’m stuck with all these fucks could care less. I had someone who was generally.. happy with me in my entirety. He loved me. ugh.
I fell in love once upon a time. Until my boyfriend at the time flew to london for thirty days without telling me and I ended up cheating on him, and ruining everything that we created together for the past previous year. Now he’s dating a drag queen, and my self esteem is at an all time low, because he’s dating a drag queen…Believe me it sucks to suck.
I feel like i’m going to regret that decision for the rest of my life.
I honestly dont want a relationship. I’d rather have a friendship, an honest commitment towards one another. I feel like that’d last longer, and it be way more fulfilling and less devasting if we ever drifted away from each other. I dont know, it’d be nice to just live with someone who you can be your absolute self around. It’d be super easy to have a good time together, and almost all awkward situations wouldn’t be that awkward because at the end of the day, you’re living life with your best friend.
I love staring at my blog for minutes at a time because it’s fucking perfect as fuck.
I’m so upset that Fanny Pak went home. America sucks.
I’m tempted to just get a ticket somewhere with the return flight date at the very end of the summer. I just want to go with the flow. Simply living, exploring, and truly winging it.
I could use a adventure.