Deja Entendu.

Yeah you. Buddy old pal, you just never seem to get over me do ya? Hm, I’m trashy? You can go smoke your two packs of squares a day and drink your 12 case of bud light while I prepare for my next internship, keep two jobs (one of which I am a web developer), stay on the deans list until graduation (3.5 or higher), take 17 credit hours and STILL get a higher GPA than you did in high school, live the dream, and continue to build on my new outlook: that it doesn’t matter if you’re the best; only if you try your best.

And for the record, someone who goes out of their way to order a specialty cake, make reservations at a 5 star restaurant, buys a card and a gift for their mom to be followed by football game tickets to an IU game she wanted to attend, yeah that’s really shitty and trashy of me. I mean fuck! I am doing all the wrong things. I should take a step back to reevaluate my life choices!

Haha, no. Go fuck yourself. Haters gonna hate.

And by the way, still trying to talk to me, even though you shouldn’t? If you have something to say you can bloody well call me instead of hiding behind your computer screen. Its just common courtesy, after all.

Later, pansy ass. Peace.

Fuuuuuuck youuuuu.
Never gonna bring me down.
:)

what i post doesn’t matter.

if it matters so much to you, why don’t you stop hiding behind that stupid grey face and ask me personally? stand up.

my blog is a picture of things i enjoy, of things i want to do, of things i have done. it is a collection of things i find fascinating. things i find inspirational. things i feel. it is not me making a statement, it is not me saying “look i post videos of people falling, i must be a hateful person, or look i post pictures of dogs, i must be obsessed with them.” the truth is, it shouldn’t matter. and, it doesn’t. so get off my back, because my personal business is my personal business. my blog is MINE. it is not yours, and i’m not going to change the order of my queue or the contents because you feel like you know something about me when, you don’t.. at all.

thank you for your time.

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why should i even care what he thinks? if he’s going to be like this then why waste my time? and anyway.. i thought i already promised myself after mister cheat-with-my-best-friend-for-two-months-and-not-tell-me that i wasn’t even going to bother dating anyone? i mean it’s totally clear to me that it’s not meant to work out..hell. it’s never going to work out. that’s why i should abandon this.. “everyone gets married and everyone becomes happy when they have a family” belief. it’s BS. not everyone does, maybe marriage isn’t right for all of the people in the world.

anyway, that’s not the point so much as it is that i think it’s so big of deal just to be able to use the phrase that goes along with dating someone, and how people will talk and talk and talk and talk and talk about their significant other, whom of which i may at one point liked. i just don’t get it. my brain overthinks every single word uttered to me or around me, and it bugs the living crap out of me.

i just want to be a good soccer player, skinny like everyone else, and have a good time. at this point, i’ll abandon that whole wish. i just want to live.