And tonight is the first night that I felt used. Gonna be taking some big steps backwards and force him to step up.
I hate when your brain goes and thinks of the worst possible scenario and it turns out to actually be the scenario. Its funny cause the hurt doesn’t hurt as much as you would think cause you’ve kinda already braced yourself for it.
It’s bad when you have to convince yourself he isn’t your boyfriend for the night just incase he acts too friendly with another girl.
He’s impossible right now. The definition of a single male, why am I even here.
I hate that my emotional state is directly related to my physical state. When i’m upset I literally feel sick.
The reason why I look so bad in my school...
thatfunnyblog: The photographer said I needed to bring my sexy level down because it might hurt the self-esteem of other students. Funny Stuff you like?
That awkward moment when your ex tweets about you but says something only you would understand……nice to know you miss me bud.
Guys I’m having a rough time. Prayer please.
That awkward moment when someone you hate loves something you love…….I don’t care if we have similar tastes, we still can’t be friends.
Wow really? Grow up.
It’s been a while since I’ve run into a sexist arrogant asshole, and turns out he’s also a coworker….. Awesome. Just stay out my way and ill stay out of yours.
I swear I can’t do anything with my family without all of us arguing at some point….ughhh!!!
I can't seem to go one day anymore without having...
It seriously amazes me how some girls act and what some girls say to guys knowing that they’re in a relationship. Do they not know where the line of appropriateness begins or do they not care? With this particular girl I think I chalked it up to she absolutely craves guy attention….but come on now, at least crave attention from single guys. She’s absolutely pissing me the fuck...
Those moments when you’re about to cry but you don’t want anyone to know and someone asks you a question, that minute of silence as you wait for the wave of tears to pass before you answer, I hate it.
It annoys the crap out of me when people tell you...
I'm tired of packing and just want my boy over...
Please understand that even though you’re joking, insults to a girl about her emotions or body cut to the core and scar her for life. She’ll always look at you and think of what you said to her once.
I always do this. I always get my feelings too caught up in the latest guy, either that or I put up a huge wall to prevent that. Why can’t I just have good medium? I’d rather not let my value be subject to change on his actions and words…..I’d rather not have the feeling of my stomach dropping out anytime he talks about other girls. I’d rather not immediately compare...
I’m such a horse snob it’s ridiculous….well maybe not a snob but I pick at things. Like I can look at a picture and pick a part the rider’s position and what they need to do to fix it. And it bothers the complete shit out of me when people let them ride like that.
It’s a known fact that I’m a pretty sarcastic person and many of my friends are as well. Most of our sarcasm consists of things that would naturally hurt if you were being serious but I have the shield of emotional armor that prevents that hurt, but there are days were that shield is pretty much non-existent and every little jab hurts. My boyfriend likes to joke around a lot, one of...
So let me get this straight...
You tell me you’re not in love with me anymore and break up with me after over a year. We agree to stay friends yet we haven’t talked for months. And the day I get a new boyfriend you decide to talk to me and go down memory lane but then get pissed when I don’t immediately bring up the fact I have a new boyfriend and you had to find out through facebook? I’m sorry I missed...
Honestly I'm so done with guys right now....how...
I hate boys
Plain and simple. While one is being an immature 15 year old girl the other is getting all jealous over his best friend and I slowly getting together, in the mean time said best friend is all moody as crap.