I always furrow my brow and purse my lips when I start typing on tumblr. I guess happiness is just a complicated matter. But in essence, it really doesn’t have to be. It’s how you look at a situation, what you can take away from it, and how well you can keep your thoughts separate from the critics.
I always have these unique though provoking ideas running through my head when I scroll through tumblr. Then I click Text Post, get a blank page, and lose everything.
If you’re lucky, the luckiest person on the entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.
I fuckin love senioritis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Welcome to senior year.
A year of zero productivity, staying up reading old tumblr posts, and doing absolutely fucking nothing! Going along with the zero trend, I give absolutely ZERO fucks. NADA. NONE. ZILCH. Don’t give a damn about class, caddy, backstabbing friends, or stress. Gimme alcohol, parties, and wild nights. Yup, that’s about it.
Quite the welcome back post, ain’t it?
I’m not even hungry anymore. If I eat any ounce of food, I feel that I’m going to throw up. Hell, right now I feel like I need to throw up. Yesterday I ate an apple, some pretzels, and a meager bowl of Filipino food. Is it really a lost appetite or is it just me forcing myself to think that I don’t need to eat, that I don’t need food, that I can’t eat in order to get skinny. In all I haven’t been feeling myself lately. I’ve been over-agitated and I just don’t want to socialize with anyone; I’m being ruder and bitchier than normal and no- I am not on my period. I’ve been feeling dead. No energy. No hopes. No nothing.