Let's Keep It A Secret.

Anonymous asked: Why do you always make up stories? Do you like the attention? Its kind of pathetic. #soznotsoz

What exactly do I make up? Do you even know me in real life? Because if you do, I’d very kindly like you to fuck off out of my life, because I am in not state to deal with your shit right now. 

But do you want to know what’s really pathetic? Leaving anonymous hate mail on people’s blogs. If you want to voice such opinions of yours, you should at least have the fucking courage to do it un-anonymously. That, Sir, is pathetic. 

and want to know what’s even more pathetic than that? hashtaging your hate with ‘#soznotsoz’. I literally can not express how low and pathetic that is. Come on, you could’ve at least written ‘#sorrynotsorry’ fuck.

fuck off.

my nurse is the lovliest person alive and she bought me subway on her break and said i was allowed to go to work if i ate the entire thing and she said i can even go to the alcoholympics if jerry or kristy are there (which they’re both going) and i eat an entire meal tomorrow and she’s even got up out of bed to welcome me back and she’s super understanding and i love her she’s just so lovely i want to keep her forever.

I’m sorry. I am so so sorry. Take all you want because I am so sorry.

Anonymous asked: did you just go to red rooster today to see jeremy youre pathetic omg

Firstly, who the actual fuck is this? There was only two other people in the store and I just ridiculous amounts do not believe it was either of them. What the fuck?

and Yep. You got me. That was the reason. It had nothing to do with me having to buy hair dye from the chemist. Or that I was seeing, driving and telling Shaylee my great news. Yep. I totally knew he was there before I pulled up and saw his car and then I totally knew he was still gonna be there when I went back to ask shaylee if she wanted a lift home. I planned my entire day around dropping into his work and pretending to talk to Shaylee while I just saw him. But just the whole amounts of talking I did with him, man, I don’t even know how he got work done in between all the conversing we were busy doing. 

fuck off.

I’ve started wearing unflattering clothes to try and hide the fact that I’ve lost 7kg (15.5lbs) in the last two weeks

today i ate two whole cheesy nuggets and a bit of crispy strip and a whole bunch of lettuce and a few pieces of stir fry and i have no one to be proud of me. someone be proud of me please.

the guy on the radio just said “gas prices aren’t so bad if you consider you’re really buying liquid explosive dinosaurs” and my perspective on life is forever changed

(Source: understandablydumb, via i-was-so-alone-i-owe-you-so-much)

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you were the only person i thought cared about me. i thought you’d changed but you haven’t. i was stupid enough to believe you wouldn’t be a cunt again but look where we are.

fine. i’ll fucking make it easy for you.

i am so over doing things for others/letting them do something/giving them something and having ONE condition on me doing them the favor, just to have that one fucking condition broken. 

if i was an artist i’d always make sure my songs had one song that they went perfectly to and it’d be up to my fans to find which one sounded perfect when played along my song.

how do people that have cheated on someone ever trust themselves again? how is it not always lingering on in their consciousness whenever they enter a new relationship? how do they trust themselves? how do they believe they wont break hearts again? how do they do it in the first place?

the worst part is that i can only sit back and watch you fuck up