Feeling mildly guilty because I knew you had work but I wanted snuggles more than I cared about you getting to work on time.
Sorry.
Andrea.
24.
Recent college graduate.
I love pretty things and I'm terribly offensive.
That's about it.
Some of the things I find on the internet that I like end up here.
This is also the place where most of my random thoughts accumulate, providing that I am at a computer when these thoughts happen.
Generally, they won't make any sense to anyone but me, but that's why it's my tumblr and not yours.
Here is a list of Things I Cannot Handle. • Ask me anything
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
24.
Recent college graduate.
I love pretty things and I'm terribly offensive.
That's about it.
Some of the things I find on the internet that I like end up here.
This is also the place where most of my random thoughts accumulate, providing that I am at a computer when these thoughts happen.
Generally, they won't make any sense to anyone but me, but that's why it's my tumblr and not yours.
Here is a list of Things I Cannot Handle. • Ask me anything
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
I’m just having a lot of feelings right now and I fucking wish you were there for me like I am always there for you. I’m so everything. I’m sad, mad, upset, jealous, guilty, embarrassed, and so much more. And I just want to talk about it because I know you could make me feel better. But no. You can’t just be around. You have to disappear right when I fucking need you. You stupid cunt.
And I think I’ve officially made myself sick.
Awesome.
I hate my brain sometimes.
If I could sing like anyone in the world, I would sing like Gin Wigmore.
Ugh. This song. I love it so much.
Well, it was good while it lasted. I guess I knew it wasn’t going to be sunshine and daisies forever. Everyone comes into your life for a reason and I’m happy that you were briefly in mine.
Ugh. This isn’t something cute like ‘you give me butterflies,’ so much as it’s something along the lines of ‘you’ve activated my fight or flight response and I think I might vomit.’ I just hate right now. I hate. Viciously and without direction. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I thought I was done with this. Fucking ridiculous.
Was that a little bit of jealousy I heard? I kind of liked it. Is that awful? Don’t care.
So that happened. And um. Yeah. It was a thing that happened. I guess I’m happy it was underwhelming because if it was great I’d want it to happen all the time. Is it weird to just want everything to go back to normal now?
10 hours between shifts at work, and still managed to spend 8 of them with you. Hmm. I don’t know if this is healthy or not. I don’t really care.
I can’t stand your throwaway responses. I understand that it means I’m getting more out of you than a lot of people get, but if I get another “lol”, “OK”, “yep”, or “ya” I will stab you. Use real words!
I would say a solid 43% of our dialogue is composed of smiley faces.
