What if I got it wrong, and no poem or song could put right what I got wrong, or make you feel I belong?

And what if you should decide that you don’t want me there by your side? That you don’t want me there in your life…

I’m all moved in, finally. Today was a very trying day.

I had several minor breakdowns, today. The entire day, I felt as though none of this was real. It wasn’t really happening to me. I was watching it happen, but I was so far removed from it that I couldn’t affect anything.

It was terrible. I cried a lot. I’m honestly really scared. I think I’ve finally snapped. I’m disassociating in a major way, now.

I need help.

So, by boobs look great, but the rest of me feels like ass.

wrappedinblackvelvet:

If anyone needs me, I’ll be curled up in bed devouring Easter Mini Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and watching comedies.

Approach with caution.

Update: I found more candy.

Everyone gets to live.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be curled up in bed devouring Easter Mini Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and watching comedies.

Approach with caution.

4.13.14 - Oops, looks like that was the last fuck I had to give.

I awoke this morning to two revelations.

1) I still have no running water. 13 days, now. I’m going to have to pack a bunch of things dirty, including dishes.

2) My body decided this was a great time for me to have my period.

Zero. Fucks. Given.

My friend michawantsrevenge, on Oscars (the fish,) and Leonardo DiCaprio.

My friend michawantsrevenge, on Oscars (the fish,) and Leonardo DiCaprio.

I’m just so mad. I can’t handle it, anymore. I’m probably going to have to pack a bunch of dishes and clothes and towels DIRTY, because I still don’t have running water. I’m moving TUESDAY. Tomorrow is the only packing day I’m going to get.

I’m just so mad. I can’t handle it, anymore. I’m probably going to have to pack a bunch of dishes and clothes and towels DIRTY, because I still don’t have running water. I’m moving TUESDAY. Tomorrow is the only packing day I’m going to get.

4.12.14 - Fuck You.

I swear to fucking god, if I don’t have running water soon, I’m going to punch her right in her bitchy face. 

It has been twelve days since the water was shut off. 

TWELVE DAYS.

She got paid two days ago, and I gave her my rent early. Why the fuck do I not have running water yet?!

I want to take a shower, and wash dishes, and wash my clothes, and flush my toilet and stop feeling like a fucking urchin.

And she’s bitching about me not showing common courtesy and integrity?

FUCK YOU.

Both, please.

Both, please.