This Isn't Good But...
I can feel myself retreating back into myself. Like, I’m getting the feeling I get when I move away from people where I start shutting people out and everything. It might be for the best because I’ve gotten too comfortable around here, honestly. I don’t know. I’m back in a place where I don’t like myself and even my actions are almost subconsciously/consciously...
I’m sick of being in control all the time. Sick of chasing and pursuing and always making the first move. Sick of the bullshit intimidating excuse. Grow some fucking balls and talk to me. And god damn it if we hookup take damn control! Even the frat guys here turn into little girls in bed, like…what the hell? It’s a problem.
I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I...– James Frey (via myrtsi)
“Oh, well he immediately responded to me…” Really bitch? Really? You are actively looking for ways to piss me off aren’t you?
My Rant on Facebook Today...
As I scroll through my newsfeed and read comments on articles like the TAMU SGA one…I know I’m committing mental health suicide by reading comments on the internet… I can’t help but see a trend in the comments. People claiming that they’re being discriminated against…well, them and their Christianity. Now, obviously this isn’t the first time I’ve heard this ridiculous notion. No, no one cares that...
Nothing like clubbing with beautiful straight people to remind you how not normal you are. I’m not Greek enough for Alabama. At all.
Wine drunk with Loren watching Weeds is the greatest thing on the planet.
That moment when your watching Weeds and Nancy gets fucked by a hot bartender over and a bar and I’m just like…same.