I told facebook I was done talking about her, but I’m not done.
That’s why I have you, tumblr.
Most of the time, you don’t judge me, and I love it.
Holy fuck there are so many people I want to message just to make them smile. butt FUCKING TUMBLR HAS TO CREATE THE ASK LIMIT.
FUCK YOU TUMBLR. I WAS GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE HAPPY
or extremely weirded out
Ohkay, as a little game. I’m going to reply to her replies, uncensored, on here. But then I’ll send her the censored replies <3
She said “show yourself anon OH MY GOD I WANT TO KNOW WHO THIS IS SO BADLY”
MOTHER FUCKER IF YOU FOLLOWED ME THEN MAYBE YOU’D KNOW! I LIKED TWO OF THE DAMN QUESTIONS I ASKED. I BET THAT WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND WHO LIKED THE OTHER TWO. respect that man, i do. BUT HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUNNY.
yeah sorry boyfriend if you see this. i didn’t know she had a boyfriend and i was just- yeah shut up.
Those girls who don’t reply to un-anon messages because they take one look at your url or tumblr and instantly think they’re above your pay grade/out of your league.
Bitch, I’m fabulous.
I’m left to assume such things because bitches like you don’t say anything until assumptions are made. It’s your fault I’m left to assume, not mine.
What’s on my mind?
The fact that I don’t care to improve my life.
I’m overwhelmed.
I can’t do anything short of impossible to fix it.
My life is in ruins and it’s my fault, I know that.
But I don’t care to make it better.
I don’t like my apathy.