Excuse me while I beat the living shit out of my pillow and smash a jar outside and then proceed to clean it up.
Why is it that every single time I have a kickass day, it’s ruined by something else later on in the day.
FUCK EVERYTHING LET ME JUST RAGEQUIT
TONIGHT WAS THE NIGHT
RCI 2012 WAS A HUGE SUCCESS!
I WILL POST ABOUT IT SOON, BUT FOR NOW, GOOD NIGHT!
I’ve never actually figured out why I pretend everything is okay when I’m not at home.
I miss being normal.
It’s so strange knowing RCI is only in 2 days. I’m trying to get back into my life, staying calm and not being so emotional so I can kill it. I’m just trying to get back into my regular routine…because there has been way too many things shaking me up.
Time to put on some big girl pants and just DRAKE (do right and kill everything)
To all my dear tumblr followers (95 to be exact),
I will not be reblogging images as usual - I’m going through a very difficult part in my life. So most likely I’ll be doing a lot of personal posts/venting/rants or just not posting at all. I know you some of you may not want these things on your dashboard, so feel free to unfollow me. I will not be offended.
For those who are still here, thank you for staying. I really appreciate you guys. I know I do not have a lot of followers and no one really reads my stuff, but for those who do and respond to me, thank you for your support and your kind words.
- L
This maybe the worst 2 days ever.
Rest in Paradise Trisha, you’re an angel now. I will see you someday.
I fucking hate society and the system.
I want to move away into the forest.
If you think I will answer your question about physics, you must be stupid. There is no way in hell I would help you, ever. Don’t pretend that you don’t know what you’re doing. And asking me “do you still like him?” is asking me to smack you across the face.
Is it pathetic that my happiness is based on one person and that this person isn’t very fond of me. I also should mention that I have been epically failing on trying to fix the tension/awkwardness.
Man, I really need to not pass on chances. I look at people sometimes and I’ll be thinking “Wow, imagine what we would be like now had I not done such a stupid move.”
And my guy best friend is a constant reminder of how many mistakes I made. ..how many decisions and choices I didn’t make, how many times I doubted myself. I mean, I love my friends and stuff but I think this year would of been so much nicer had I transferred to boarding school. I wouldn’t have RCI and a lot of other things, but mentally, I think I would of been less stressed and maybe a little bit happier than what I am now.
I really can’t wait to get school done and over with.
The concept that UBC doesn’t offer undergrad courses/degrees in relation to communications actually makes me want to cry.
I mean, I could just take international relations at UBC instead of taking public relations (which is what I want to take and do when I’m older) at SFU or UVIC or an east-coast school.
