What if I fucked up?

I hope one day something happens to me to make you think about how you should have been nicer to me.



A human getting pissed at their vampire boyfriend so they put in a silver sterling tongue stud and bracelets and earrings and their vampire boyfriend is just standing five feet away like “babe. c’mon.”



don’t ever talk to me about harry potter because i’ll either end up getting so over excited i start knocking lamps over and shit or i start sobbing uncontrollably

I’m interesting. I have many layers and hidden depths to my personality. People just don’t give me a chance.

Here come the, “oh that looks great!” to my face, and the “that looks terrible” behind my back.

You know what - I’m pretty fucking fantastic. I make myself laugh, and I know how to have a good time. I may not have it all together, or be the “prefect girl,” but I can still do some pretty good shit. And I shouldn’t have to deal with little boys who can’t get their shit together and be men. A man has his own place, a good job, some education, and is looking for a serious relationship and settling down to have kids. He wants to see the girl or guy he’s interested in as much as he can, and makes the most of the time they have together. And when he can’t see them, he talks to them. Because he wants to be in constant contact and getting to know them. That’s my idea of a man though. None of these boys I know are like that though. That’s the most disappointing part. It’s not me. It has nothing to do with me at all.

Something wrong with your leg, boy? Can you walk? I’ve got to carry you? Fine little blade. Maybe I’ll pick my teeth with it. 

I want more friends, but the more I think about it the more I realize that that is a bad idea because more friends just means more people to piss me off and disappoint me.

Pretty sure the girl working at Cirilla’s checked me out when I was there. I ain’t even mad. A compliment is a compliment, lmao.

I try to find the parts of people that make others want to be around them, and then try to find the parts of me that makes them not want to be around me.

It’s been seven months since I’ve had sex. I’m going crazy!

Thinking about it, I can’t see why this guy is attracted to me. We have very different personalities. He’s very charismatic and personable, and I’m very quiet and introverted. I saw it more tonight at both events, and it just got me wondering…