A HOT MESS
You know

When you start relating hard to the lyrics:

"He broke my heart in the trailer park," 

Well, it might be time to increase your dating standards.

Le sigh.

photo in which rachel proves she is no good at the photo booths.  also septum.

photo in which rachel proves she is no good at the photo booths.  also septum.

I FEEL LIKE I MISS REBLOGGING ALL THE THINGS AND I TRY TO KEEP THIS SOLELY A PLACE FOR ORIGINAL CONTENT/LIFE SHIT BUT LIKE SOMETIMES I WANT TO REVERT BACK TO CUTE ANIMALS ALL THE TIME OK??? OK.
One night stands are weird

Especially when said one nighter blocks you on FB….

Oh well, live and learn and stop picking up unattractive men with English accents.  One day this will all make excellent writing material.  For now I’m going to pull a Jamie Foxx and blame it on the alcohol y’all.

Just got kicked out of my friend’s wedding for not buying my bridesmaid dress fast enough…cool.
I HAVE NEVER SEEN HOCUS POCUS STOP MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT OK FUCK ALL Y’ALL.

I’ve just been tired.

You get up.  You get dressed.  You forget some piece of jewelry or some makeup trick and you get over it.  You’re out the door too quickly…you always feel rushed, like you’re never quite prepared for what you knew was coming.  There are these singular moments where you wake up - maybe in morning traffic or in line for coffee or paying your bills - and you just realize none of this is worth it.  You’re subsisting, and you’re so fucking lonely.

I miss feeling taken care of.  I won’t even pretend I don’t.  That’s the only reason we put up with subsisting…to feel like we can keep taking care of ourselves indefinitely.  ”I don’t need you.  I don’t need anyone.”  But it feels painful all the time, to be right on the edge of falling apart.  Every single little routine is a piece of glue that holds you together.  You couldn’t contain yourself without these routines.  You need them to tell you who you are.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I think, “I will be alone forever.”  And it’s then that I take hold of the body next to me and cling to life.  I don’t know who I am but maybe you can help.  I need help, but I refuse to ask because I don’t even know what I’m asking for.  I just know everything hurts and I’m just so tired.

If you can, just please stay.  Just for awhile.  Please.

Some days all you want is to feel happy but you just can’t.  Those days suck.

Bras are oppressive

Also cute; I wish I could

Wear them as a shirt.

I need a hug.  

The end.