- Coffee. Because I can’t fucking sleep at what mundanes call bedtime. My body loves to watch the sunrise every morning and sleep the day away. Leaving me worried that yet again, I didn’t do anything productive for the day. I know I’ve made up a complete list of the things I’ve wanted to do, but not even a single one was scratched out of the list. I finished one book out of the 50 I promised and never even made a short film that is actually worth publishing. WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?
- Bullshit feelings. I can’t talk to anybody because I have fucking trust issues and the thought of them black mailing me like the drama Pretty Little Liars has, scares the shit out of me. And that’s why this blog exists, because I don’t have anyone in my life worth telling what I’m going through, so I resent to these strangers who reads my posts, and just stand there and not say a word of comfort to this little girl who’s going through so much. Not that I actually want you to pity me. It’s okay, just stand over there and listen to me whine about shit.
- Of more feelings. Because number two is not enough for how much feelings I’ve got. Aha.
Thank you for judging me and my blog.