I suppose the reason I don’t like compliments, is because I dislike the idea that I should have to rely on someone to make me happy about myself. I should be able to be happy with myself without someone telling me to be.
[[MORE]] I’ve been finding it incredibly difficult to accept myself recently. You don’t need to know this, but I just needed to put it somewhere. I need to find some other way of expressing my thoughts.
[[MORE]] I sometimes look at people, girls in particular, and wonder how they see themselves. It just makes me wonder if these girls, who to me seem to be incredibly beautiful, see themselves as ugly. I don’t really understand. I’m just rambling. It just makes me wonder, is all.
chompyface: do you ever just want to gently place your hands on someones cheeks and hold their head there in your hands and looking into their eyes and then violently jerk their head on a right angle and snap their neck
Honestly, how I managed to look really fucking awkward in every single prom photo, I will never know. Oh well.
Considering I stayed up really quite late last night, the fact that I’ve been up since 6am is fairly shocking. Last night wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. I did manage to lose my tights though…
I’m fairly sure I’m just going around my house breaking everything in sight. This is not what one would call preparing for prom.
[[MORE]] What do I do?
aleetlepinch: instead of objectifying our women, we should be womanifying our objects *puts a wig on desk lamp*
cwl: End of the world this, spiritual awakening... →
ikenbot: End of the world this, spiritual awakening that. Everyone is just waiting around and looking for reassurance of something incredible happening while they’re alive, instead of just making something amazing happen. People get so caught up in their own fantasies that they blind themselves to the…
[[MORE]] I think I may be having a slight freak-out. I’m probably just overreacting. I’ll be fine. I don’t know why I’m posting this. Perhaps if I die due to mental overload, this will confirm why. Today will not be a good day. I do not want to participate in today.
I smell of chemicals and mangos. P.s. I have dyed my hair orange. I like the smell of hair dye.
me 5 seconds ago: i'm so happy
me 4 seconds ago: i'm so sad
me 3 seconds ago: i want to die
me 2 seconds ago: i want to live forever
me 1 second ago: i need drugs
What are you supposed to do when you’re on your own all day?
Eating white chocolate truffles is basically just eating a lump of unsalted butter. Not that it tasting like butter will stop me…
Fuck it. I’m going to make some home fries with a shit tonne of nando’s hot sauce.
I think to myself almost everyday, “why do I even bother?”
hecklocki: mrfriendlythrowslikeagirl: obiwanskenobi: Read More This needed to be said. Thank you. yes. I agree.
I saw a pretty gold and red boat on the river today. It looked like it belongs to important people. Very pretty. I would not complain if I owned a boat like that.
Miming to the sailor moon theme tune because I’m all alone in this carriage.
Don’t laugh at the silly man with the sunglasses. Don’t do it, Katie. That’s rude. Do not laugh.
My bathroom smells like someone put the perfume isle from a department store in it. I forgot to let my bath water out.
I just really hate that when gentlemen suitors seem to be attracted to me, they get all mushy and such. It’s just annoying. Stop it. Just stop.
Sometimes I just sit and laugh at my own life.
I’ve been woken in the middle of the night at least 3 times in the last few days. All different people. Not cool guys. Not cool.
People are difficult.
bitch-pudding: myspcefamous2012: the breakfast club isnt even about breakfast you could have at least said spoiler alert
adayinthelifeofastoner: The awkward moment when someone says ‘hi’ and you squeak at them. The one downside to headphones in public. Also, I just realised I killed my Tamagotchi and its baby. Whoops. I squeak even when I don’t have headphones in. It’s embarrassing to say the least…
The only exciting bit about prom is that I get to wear my new shoes. They’re pretty.