i never admit this type of shit. i hate showing my emotions. but this is my blog, and i just feel really shitty right now, and isn’t blogging about expressing yourself in every way & every state?
everyone always says if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. i’m already falling in love with yoga and downward facing dog is a challenge for me [shows how much of a beginner i am]. but i really dig it and am really interested.
side job to orthodontistry? possibly. quite possibly.
fucking love this band.
fucking love to wake & bake.
54-46 That’s My Number/Ball and Chain on repeeeeeeeeeeat.
like i hate waking up in the morning and living my life. i literally wish i could sleep through the rest of high school and wake up in august ready for ucf.
i hate my job. i hate school. i hate my “friends”. i hate the guys i talk to who consistently fuck me over and use me. i hate the inconsiderate fucks i deal with everyday. i hate my father. i hate & feel all the pressure bubbling up around me. i hate always feeling alone, insignificant, and like a total outsider wherever i go.
i hate my life. hate. hate.