Why do I need male attention to validate my self worth?

Why don't I do more with my life?

Why is my self esteem so messed up?

I am so depressed I can't even think straight.

please make this stop.

Well as some of you know that actually know me, some stuff in my life has changed drastically this summer. I'm not sure whether the reality of it all has hit me yet. I don't think so somehow. I feel like I never really grieved what was lost. I don't know if it's the medication I take or the way I deal with things, but I'm hoping against hope that ( Read more... )

i feel happy.

I'm engaged!

My ring is beautiful, and my fiancee is even more precious.

I am overcome with happiness.

It takes alot for me to get angry, truly. I forgive easily, I move on. I am so stinkin' mad right now it's insane. The worst thing about it is the situation is actually squashed! I'm not even going to get into it because I'm just perpetuating a dormant topic. I shouldn't even be writing this. ERASSDHDHDHDLD:AFDA:LFK.

Fuck Fuck Fuck.

I got a new hat. It's funky.

My arm itches.

I'm hungry.

Erik's dog got aroused when I pet him earlier. eww.

I need food!

I have a new tattoo. It's on my forearm.

yay.

I keep staring at it cause, well IT'S RIGHT THERE, so i'm driving myself crazy because I see all these tiny tiny imperfections that I only notice. I guess some who suffers from OCD shouldn't get tattoos on their arms. Sometimes I don't make such good decisions.

I win because I am being promoted and will get 2$ more an hour.

fucking right.

somebody just humor me and tell me that school doesn't start next wednesday.

Today at Lucky Hell Jeans I sold about 2,000$ worth of denim and various other crap.

That was just MY sales goal.

So we were busy.

I almost wrote busty, and that I am certainly am not.