wow i hope pretending to care about me was worth the $5 you took… asshole.
currently getting bitchslapped by reality and i don’t like it
screwed over per usual just like by everyone else i’ve ever met. now what?
when the guy I’m talking to is on VT crushes all. the. time.
The guy I like came over today and while we were listening to music, he said “Oh, I just found this singer, Marina and the Diamonds… let me introduce you to her!”
Honey… you don’t know who I am, do you?
one minute i hate you, the next minute i want to make you cross-stitches.
I’m 99% sure I met my soulmate in the drive-thru line at Taco Bell tonight, he was suuuuuupa hot and apparently an Ivy League grad who just moved here (so I guess that’s why he’s working at Taco Bell) and likes the same music as me and said he hoped to “see me soon” and told me he works Monday thru Friday, so I’m just gonna casually go to Taco Bell every single day until I get his number.
why can’t i like things that are good for me? like vegetables and nice boys
