That's embarrassing.

dear sweet jesus christ why does this always happen to me i am the worst blogger
holy shit why do i keep embarrassing myself like this UGHGHGH gHGHGHGHGHGHG

i need a pillow to scream into see you guys later

That was a lame post, my apologies. I am feeling rather bitter, and rather defeated over a multitude of subjects, but let's talk about the main one.

Blog, I feel like you're the only one who understands my plight as an adolescent teenage girl who thinks too much and acts too little.

I'm losing my best friend, and sometimes I feel like I already lost her. She continues to hold me in high esteem, regardless of my catty comments, and caustic to a fault snips. I'm not ashamed, or sorry. I'm simply annoyed.

Irritated, irked. Incredibly so.

If I wanted to change it, I would.
But if she wanted to change it, she would.

The best part is we both think the same thing. We're simply two bitches in our hipster pods. Understandable. We've had this conversation at three in the morning, each delusional on anger and fatigue.

I'm sick of it, though.

leave your body, and lose your soul

I never understood the fascination with pictures of shoes. There will always be a group photo of girls and their shoes, and it's just their shoes, and maybe the tops of their ankles.

Congratulations, you're not a third world citizen, and you own shoes????

I can venn diagram, too.

Pros of having attractive asshole rival as a partner for APUSH project:

• He's attractive.
• He's a rival, inspiring you to better.
• He does his work rather quickly.
• Doesn't worry you with the thought of abandonment.
• Funny text messages.

Cons of having attractive asshole rival as a partner for APUSH projet:

• He's an asshole.
• He's a rival, inspiring you to be lazy, and bring his grade down.
• Funny texts are stupid.
• He's stupid.
• Also, bro-zoned.

She wanted to dress a baby, in pastels and flowers.

fuck everything

Lately, You Have Things We Need To See

I'm Tired.

I'm just so incredibly tired, my eyes are closing every other second, and I feel like I will slip under the guise of sleep at any given moment.

I have to work on EQs, I am not done with those.

BRB DYING.

They Call It Love, Love, Love

Reality is honestly, the best cure for silly infatuations. I whole-heartedly recommend it, besides making ridiculous fansessions, and watching Rush Hour 2 with your coolest internet friends. I figured out my original oratory topic - online friends!

I am quite happy with that, because I'm incredibly passionate over the idea that internet friends are "real" friends too, and have the ability to be so much better than actual friends because of the lack of barriers, based on socioeconomic class, or standing on society.

My eyes hurt, and I almost choked on a vitamin pill. Ugh, my throat is burning with the thousand Fahrenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes.

Going to go to sleep now, good night.

Before I Met You

Riding on the coattails of some horrible depression,

Be back soon.

We're Painting the Roses Red

I don't usually camera-whore myself out on my blog. That would be silly. However, I decided that this shirt was pretty awesome, and needed to be camera-whored.

I'm going to get it nice and pretty with some water and dish soap later, though. The lines are really messy. Other things, I need to get some pink, blue, and red paint to add onto this shirt. Then, it will be perfect.

Until then, it is a hot mess, and I'm completely frustrated with my sheer inability to get the dumb space symbol onto my actual important tunic.

Let's see how that goes.

Spacey-Wacey Things

I'm absolutely fascinated by space. Ever since I was a little girl, the nebulas and cosmos above us awed me, they ensnared me in their intricate layers and structures.

The silly infatuation with the celestial being has not changed since. I love stars, and planets.

That's not really the point of today's post, though. Today, I want everyone to think about the time they loved something so much, it caused them physical pain, their hearts ached, their brains throbbed, and they simply couldn't function, because they loved that thing so much.

Go on.

Think.