Theres many reasons

Why I wear headphones every time im in an uber (same as how I handle people on the street)

but I really can’t listen to someone bitch about doing a job THEY SIGNED UP TO DO.

like please…all im gonna do is listen to Taylor Swift and not feel bad for you, being paid to take me to do MY actual job.

…kiss…my ass…. 🤷🏻‍♀️

errr

now that I know how to tattoo..

I’ve literally had my “basement tattoo” (by a girl who now tattoos eyebrows) at 18, botched on my left pointer finger.

then my boyfriend was like *let me just add to the fuckup and make it double the size and just as messy*

this tattoo has me traumatized. I hated it for a decade, and now I just hate it more. it was my first tattoo, and then it was my second. It is so f*ckin ugly I have to wear a ring or bandaid over it in public.

I trusted him, and hate needles so I needed to get a little tipsy. but when I saw it, lemme tell you… I almost fainted.

I figure now that I know how to use a tattoo gun..

and have used it multiple times

(I thought a kit would be WAY more expensive)

Imma fix this f*cker myself. Im the only one I trust with it.

Pshh. take 8 million seats buddy, and stay away from my ribbon wrapped finger.

I will stay wrapped in a bow gladly, as long as Im the bi*ch tying it.

Okay.

As a human. I would naturally have empathy for someone who is obsessed with my boyfriend, who is truly grossed out by her.

Create your little lies and stories, no 40 year old women/“mother of three” should be stalking her 30 year old baby daddy’s current girlfriends social media for a living.

…all the time..

Its next level psycho.

What am I supposed to say? Sorry that he loves me and makes me feel like im the only girl on earth everyday…or feel bad and hate him because of what someone who knew him like a decade ago knows about him.

Hes not the same person. I am not the same person.

Most people evolve and change, unfortunately some clearly don’t.

I don’t even have one kid and don’t have the time to sit around as a keyboard warrior all day.

Threatening to be in my backyard? uh….

You don’t have my address. and you wouldn’t dare step into this city, let alone my apartment.

Ill send your ass straight to mass and cass bitch

Once upon a time.

There was a princess, who turned into a queen. By herself, she beheaded the king. She knew she would be the HBIC now

Cambridge had no idea what they were in for

Now this Queen, she loved chicken wings.

Like fuckin’ loved em’

Where there is a wing, there is a way.

and when I say Ive never loved watching someone eat chicken wings so much in my life, Im not kidding.

If your a wing, Im a wing.

Borderline is so confusing

When I went through the real hardest time of my life I was a kid. When people considered me an “alcoholic” I was an unmedicated, depressed, anxious mess and thought it was normal.

Really all I was doing was numbing the anxiety with alcohol…then waking up even more depressed.

I care for people who have their own struggles, I can’t relate at all to “normal people” (I know…what really is “normal” anymore…its the only term for mentally stable I can think of)

I’ve tried to date who everyone thinks I should…lol…im so complex I think I actually scare them. and they bore me

I make people hurting feel safe, and I like that I can do that for people I love. For me, what gave me borderline…was almost so long ago I dont remember half of it until maybe something reminds me of a situation?

So I know my diagnosis, I know they are pretty on point. The problem is, I can barely remember how I originally became this way. Middle school and High school were HELL. Like a literal living hell. From 18-24 I was bitter and hanging out with people who had no goals or ambitions besides selling weed and finding a new fun drug to try.

That wasn’t me, I thought it was for a little. Now, when I feel mostly like Ive accepted and come to terms with my past…I am still very much falling in love with people who are currently living in what once was *my teenage shitshow*…

My emotions are controlled by other people, and their feelings. I know they shouldnt be, and I wish I could stop.

Because everything I conquered, should not be something I take for granted and allow to be thrown away for someone else.

These new meds make me cry a lot more. Before I cried too little. Like *bitch your grammy just died…* now you hurt someone I care about and I’m crying instead of them.

Today, I can’t seem to think in an organized or sensible manor and Im so glad to be alone, stoned and smelly.

Loyalty is like a rare gem these days

Im not a bully, but if your going to do something my mother taught me was bullying in elementary school I realized the legit delusion that goes on in that facility.

I bully the bully, and if I could, yes, I would give her “a swirly” with a massive smile on my face.

people I already knew didn’t have a backbone continue to, but it bothers me when they hurt people I love. Take all you want out on me, because it bounces right off of me. But don’t pick on someone because he has a friend (that you dont like) who has a big mouth and would lay in traffic for him. Just focus on finding someone who would do the same for you. Spend your entire life looking. You wouldnt know loyalty if you ever even had a friend before you turned 18.

All I’m saying is when I was 20 and at a house party held by a 25 year old…if anyone asks “I don’t know that bitch, she picks up weed from my best friends boyfriend…wheres the booze?”

Moral of the story- you were DEFF bullied (we all have been 12 year old girls, its not odd) but instead of letting it turn you into a good person, you just turned out like…this…eeek. Its like having a complex like a police officer. The lil twerp gets picked on his whole life and now needs a reason to flex or act tough instead of “serving and protecting”

And you fired me because I would say that to your face, not a 21 year old boy who has to do his homework on lunch break. I intimidated you. Im glad I did. Assholes like you, should be.

I feel bad

My mom has good intentions every year for my birthday (I already accepted its doomed)

But honestly she just causes me so much anxiety, ESPECIALLY with my Nona. They bicker and they’re both so loud.

I don’t have the meds for this type of shit anymore

I really wish

There weren’t ads for like fuckin..toe fungus treatments or how the real estate market in Texas is going, (basically absolutely nothing I need to see) on wordpress.

like can we at least stick with something not so harming to the eyes? It kills the whole aesthetic and point. I mean there’s just so many options for annoying ads out there, and it doesn’t get much worse than these ones