January 2012
245 posts
Why can’t we talk openly to each other, why won’t you just tell me straight out what you want? I can not read your mind. I get that you want someone who can, but it isn’t going to happen. Plus I know you well enough, that you would not really want anyone in there anyway. I have no clue how to behave around you, or what to say, or… anything. I feel like if I say the wrong...
Why is it...
When I’m on the outs with you, I couldn’t care less if Steve Buschemi called me up and asked me out, I’d still stay home and be grumpy.
I am so tired of trying to be friends with people who don’t give two shits about me.
“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends,...”
– Virginia Woolf (via bookmania)
Much like art and dance
I get it
You don’t care if you hurt my feelings or not, and you don’t really care about me anyway. I know I’m not your super hot wife or wtf ever… but seriously… sometimes that shit hurts.
Me: Why am I still single?
Brain: You're weird as shit, lol.
Body: And you're fat lmao.
Face: Plus you're pretty ugly too lmfao.
Food: Don't worry babe, I'm here for you.
