howdoiputthisgently:

I SO do this.

I feel like someone may have sent out some sort of memo stating that I love being ignored to all of my friends and family.

No but really.

I can’t wait to scream my face off with my best friend tomorrow night and forget about everything else.  I’m tired of thinking so much.

I feel like I’ve been placed inside a box labeled “Save for later” and I’m just sitting here, waiting for it to be my turn.

yup.

I love that I worked my butt off in college for four years so that I could be treated like a child.  Sorry for the rant, but the “Director” title in front of my name means absolutely nothing.  They see my age…and they automatically act like my parent.  I’ve had just about enough of this. Excuse my while I continue to run a fundraiser completely by myself.

KthxBYE.

I don’t believe I’ve ever spilled my guts to someone and it actually work out in my favor.

I should probably stop doing that.

Some things never change, and by some things…I mean my stupidity.

Lets just pretend this never happened, like I do with most everything in my life.

Yay.

charlie brown is my soulmate.

yelyahwilliams:

I don’t own a whole lot of Betsey Johnson… but I do own enough to know that her clothes make me wanna tag buildings with glittery spray paint and smoke candy cigarettes. I gotta have that yellow coat and apparently, I need to get my crimper back out. 

Best. News. Ever.