I hate myself.
It’s really difficult sometimes. To be so likable is also to be very disliked. Not many people matter when I’m thinking about this but those who do, really do and I’m just bein’ sad.
My father has always been a person who eats anything. Leftovers. Strange things. Spicy things. Ect. But at age 55 he has decided he doesn’t like pasta in the shape of shells. He now cuts every shell before putting sauce or gravy on them. Apparently, he’s always disliked them, “today I just decided to do something about it.”
This has been the most irritating day ever. Most likely because the lamp bulb burned out in my office so I’ve had to use the fluorescents.
I swear bad lighting alters my moods y’all. W/E
put it this way, if i was giving a speech about my success in roller derby i would not thank my mother for being so supportive.
A few years ago when I first started hanging out with byron he took a few photos of me over the course of the summer that turned out being my favorite photos ever taken of me.
recently my high school boyfriend came over to my childhood home and as he was walking up the stairs to my bedroom he said something like ” Hey, I think I left something here? … my virginity.”