A fool there was and he made his prayer ( Read more... )

When i get in these moods, with the snap of a finger i feel like i cant handle life. i cant handle my past and the way things turned out. i question how i was raised, why i got the parents i did, why i've chose the men/boys that i've dated, why i dont look the way i wanna look and why i cant stand people like myself. i question why i dont have any ( Read more... )

'thank you for sharing a lot of firsts with me'

i said that. i meant that.

did i mention i hate this movie.

i think people have loved me more
but never been in love with me more than you.

i hate this movie.

sick of missing Orlando.
sick of missing my friends.

So at 24 years old....I finally and genuinely don't care what my parents think of me / my lifestyle ( Read more... )

(908): it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.

purchase reheated cabbage by irvine welsh. short stories...like i have time for anything else.
ready to stop breast-feeding even though i really do love it, so i can start downing coffee and adderall again.

Yay for successful breast feeding, it rarely happens since Addie is mainly bottle fed my boob milk. No bottles, no bottle warming, no dishes, no screaming mommy (incorrect latching hurts worse than anything i've ever felt). Best feeling ever!!! Can't say i predicted a livejournal post resembling this one.. ever.

i always thought it would be awesome to have huge boobs from breastfeeding....i was wrong.
no one told me that boobs full of milk = pain.