jesus christ.
I’m just going to rant this on here and not on my real blog since i want this to be secret.
but.
i fucking hate having to constantly cover my ass when i’m talking to my boyfriend. he’s so fucking sensitive that I can’t even joke around with him and make a little fun without him getting his panties in a little bunch. I am, by nature, kind of a negative nancy. that means that, no, i am not a blind optimist running about with rainbows in my eyes and sunshine in my smile. he doesn’t understand that.
here’s a secret for you:
i am currently spontaneously aborting your unborn child a week after we both found out we cheated on each other.
I am so relieved.
i am a fool.
i think i’m in love with one of my friends.
i think i’m in love with lots of my friends.
i pissed one of them off royally today and am not sure what to do about it.
god i cried. i’m such an idiot.
i need a cigarette.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
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