la petite fainéante

really.

after 4 or so years,
you still can’t even look at me.
that hurts.

fuck you.
everything that happened was entirely your fault, own up to it or move own.

i don’t know what else to say.
i did nothing wrong.

i’m pretty sure that i like half as many things as i dislike.
rarely anything suits me, i’m beyond picky.

the new season of louie needs to begin now.
summer is meaningless until it’s on air again.

im sick of looking like satan’s butthole.
my eye allergies won’t stop, so i can’t wear eye makeup, and of course i left my straightener at john’s.

but on a positive note,
i got my final exam moved to sunday, so im going home early

dear gingered hair girl:

learn to control your staring problem.
i dont appreciate you judging me and every other person you happen to see all day everyday.
thank youuuuu!

i swear.

my roommate. jesus. she’s sweet and all, but that’s not cutting it.
she never leaves the fucking room.
and if she does, when she comes back, her super awkward and annoying “boyfriend” is trailing right behind her.
and on top of being in the room all the time, she sleeps practically all day. (i shit you not, she sleeps at least 18 hours in a 24 hour time span.)
and, now, she’s sick. right before finals. and her boyfriend is too.
i better not be next.

my lord, i cannot wait to have my own place.

OH. AND I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT SHE CHEWS WITH HER MOUTH OPEN. I WAS REMINDED OF THIS BY SAID ACTION.

yeahhh, i think im going to start posting on here again. it’s more private and i think/hope to feel more comfortable with posting whatever i want…