you're responsible for your own happiness.
don’t even try to put that shit on anyone else.
i said i wasn't going to post a lot of wedding stuff.
but i’m trying to write my vows and i keep alternately cracking myself up and crying.
this wedding is going to be so retarded.
i don’t think i’ve ever felt more unattractive in my entire life.
i’ve had guys tell me that i was fat before and still felt better about myself than i do now.
i think there’s something to be said for that.
no, it doesn't matter.
you’re more interested in smoking pot and playing video games, so i guess i don’t need to wear a skirt or some cute underwear.
i was more comfortable in my pjs anyways.
it’s not like you even noticed.
everything will be all right in the end. if it’s not all right, it’s not the end.
— unknown (via piratekitten)
i hate that you act like i’m not allowed to be upset about anything.
so i don’t talk about it and i let it build until my frustration is visible and then you act like i’m being a moody bitch.
the reason i don’t talk about my feelings with people is always the same - nobody really gives a shit, they just don’t want it to interfere with them.
so no, i’m not going to “spit out” why i’m agitated because the fact of the matter is that the only reason you want to know what’s up is so that i’m not bothering you.
fuck that noise.
and yes, i’ve resigned myself to the fact that if i want the apartment clean, i’m the one who needs to clean it.
apparently every. single. fucking. day.
