sometimes i get new followers and i’ll look at their blogs and literally nothing about me should appeal to them
but i’ve just realized i’m their shame blog
i’m the blog they follow to hide their secret interests
welcome my lost children, it is okay, do not shy away from the light that i have to offer you
FEELING LIKE YOU BOTHER THE ONLY PERSON YOU WANT TO TALK TO IS REALLY SHITTY
a list of reasons i would be the worst girlfriend ever
- extremely ticklish
- runs away from feelings
- also problems
- expects the world to be handed to her on a silver platter
- bad communicator
- awkward and shy around people i like
- refuses to make plans ever
- how do you even talk to boys i dont get it
- sarcastic asshole
I can’t wait for the day that instead of “It’s late, I have to go.” you will say “It’s late, let’s go to bed.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve last wrote down what’s bothered me or how I feel. I think it’s about that time again. Lately, I’ve been doing more crying than laughing. I’ve been having more trouble enjoying priceless moments because I’ve been too busy stuck in my own head. Honestly, the one thing that I keep fixating on is that I could possibly be with child in a short amount of time. I don’t know if I should be happy because that is something that I’ve always wanted, or if I should scream and run away from the thought. I can’t deny the fact that this is something that I have dreamed about since I was old enough to know what the word “pregnant” was. I love my boyfriend, so much. I mean we’ve been through more things than a “regular” couple, and by “regular” couple, I mean one that hasn’t had to deal with the fact that their boyfriend got his ex pregnant before he met me and didn’t know about it till the kid was born then ruined our relationship.
I mean I’ve gotten over that, and believe me it was hella hard to do. I literally pushed him as far away as I could, I even moved to another state just to get away from him and his “problem”. But I just couldn’t seem to get over him.. Something, and by something I mean him, just kept bringing me back. He never stopped trying to get me back and I finally caved. I think it was about a month ago. And ever since I can remember he’s been wanting us to become a real family.. I don’t think there’s anything I want more than to be his wife, mother of his children or partner. But, I can’t keep the thought of “what if this isn’t the right time” out of my head. As far as I know as soon as I return home to visit, we’re trying. I think at this point I’m more afraid of what could happen to me, than what my family would think. Honestly, I live in my own apartment and I have a job and make more than enough to support myself and a child but that isn’t even the point. The point is that I always envisioned my life following the rules of life.
1. Find the love of your life.
2. Graduate from college/university.
3. Get married
4. THEN, have children.
I can’t help but want that. I’ve been raised to believe that you should be married before you even consummate a relationship. Unfortunately that is too late for me. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to at least get married before I have kids. Ugh. I just hope that whatever does end up happening, it’s all for the better and it’s what God wants. I seriously need some life guidance…
Don’t make me snap my fingers in a
say a Latin incantation
sacrificed to Satan
E t e r n a l D a m n a t i o n
… I would pay so much money to hear Sam Winchester do and say this
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
NOT RISKING IT