How can someone “steal” someone elses significant other, when they weren’t even together when the pair hooked up?
In other news, I can officially look at wedding stuff. Skjdnhbdehkaiuhbdenswkh
I’m gettin’ maaaarrriiiiiiiiiiiedddddddddd.
“I’ll always be there.” Has got to be one of the biggest lies on this planet. Right after ” I have read and agree to the terms…”
for me to say that I have a wedgie? Yes? It is?
Okay, then I didn’t just ask that.
screw these shorts, two seconds from stealing a pair of Andy’s Pajama pants.
I love both of you and you should both know that, but I am so sick and tired of seeing this shit on the dash all the fucking time. Please, fucking stop already. This is just a toxic situation and enviroment for everyone both involved and not involved, because by it being in the public it makes us involved too. Hate me if you want for saying something, but I’m really done with sitting by and seeing this.
Honestly I love you both, I really do. Don’t doubt that.
I stole a pieced of Brian’s toast earlier, then when he said I had germs I licked his cheek… And then cause I was bored wrote him a goofy little note, doodled on his hand and yeah…
Now I’m kind of forcing him to be my pillow, cept not really. Just curling up beside him and cuddling my actual pillow while another is over my head to partially block out the neigbors lawn guy, who I will murder if he wakes me up from my half asleep state ONE MORE FUCKING TIME.
I should probably go to the post office considering I’m still awake… This however involves putting on pants. Which well, I just don’t see happening. Because, Fuck pants. >:(
I’m so fucking tired.
I keep trying to sleep and I just can’t and it really fucking sucks, I’m in a kinda down mood too, and I’m getting annoyed with people far too easily.
I just want to be able to relax, snuggle up with someone other than Lily and sleep.
But that’s all too much to ask, things never quite go the way I would like for them too. God damn, I haven’t felt like this in fuckin’ … I dunno, a while. It sucks, it sucks so fucking much.
Of not being good enough, of feeling like nothing you do is enough, that you’re almost non-existant. That feeling that people try to repress because we all get it sometimes.
That you’re just not, enough.
I don’t like that feeling, and it’s plaguing me right now.