MISS NA MISS NA KITA KENNETH BAKIT MO KASI AKO INIWAN TANGA TANGA MO.
I barely ever cry to anything so the fact that i cried like a little bitch the second i feel like someone finds me too annoying/too much for them, is concerning. shit got me questioning if I'm a good person or if I'm ever just going to be enough for someone or i ever going to be wanted for once . ugh shutup i hate myself
one of my toxic traits is probably not knowing when to stop being annoying, my personality mixed in with my sense of humour can be too much for some people to the point where i would always have to tame myself down to level with everyone else. they say to be yourself but wtf does that actually mean and why are you lying lol.
I find it funny some of the people being nasty and making people feel like shit for not wearing a mask are the same ones that are pro-abortion... apparently killing a child is your body your choice with an argument of "what if someone gets raped" (less than 1% of abortion btw are for this reason) but it's no longer your body your choice when it comes to wearing a mask that has a CHANCE of someone dying (insanely small chance. especially based on the area) and the argument "what about those with medical conditions or trauma that can't wear them" isn't valid enough an excuse not to wear one because "it's such a small percentage of people with real medical issues"... pretty damn sure there's more people with asthma other lung issues, ptsd, panic attacks, chlostraphobia etc. than there are people getting abortions from rape. pick your argument, is it valid excuse or isn't it? is it your choice or isn't it? can't be a shitty human being towards someone who chooses not to wear something that is controversial on it even working in the first place but then think abortion is a right not to be infringed upon.
I hate the man I lay next to every night. woah he would disappear forever
I need ppl willing to blow up my phone
I knew immediately that DC had lost his eye. the very second he got eye poked i could tell immediately he lost his eye. how tragic , eyes dont heal. he lost his vision. this sport is sad sometimes
Well, it's August now. I posted a confession about 4 months ago that I was tired of COVID-19 and tired of all the negativity that comes with it. ...Yep. Still tired of it. I just want this shit to end.
im selling my pc this week and moving out with the money. im renting a pension room and sharing bathroom and kitchen , yuck! but at least i get out of this house and go chase my dream :p
I spent half an decade being your girlfriend. We had lots of good times and some not so good times.. Although to be honest, half the time I really only felt like a friend and not your girlfriend. Yes, you took me out places, and showed me beautiful spots, sunsets and sun rises. You would walk with me, but rarely hold my hand. My friends liked you, and I am sure your friends just tolerated me because I was with you. I know you have talked behind my back for I have heard and read. Yet, I have never talked behind you back. I had one so called bestie for a while, but she would purposely make me jealous and hit on you. Then I seen the messages between you both and that's what killed me. My heart was shattered, I lost a friend and part of my trust. I never once messaged someone like that while dating you. You have never found someone else's clothes in our room, like how I did. You denied my questions and said I was over reacting or over thinking. I would ask you for help, you would help me and I appreciated it. You would ask me for help, and I'd try and help but how you reacted always made me feel like it wasn't what you wanted, and got all mad. Our personal bedroom time seemed like it was always on your time, and I always picked the wrong time. All of that made my anxiety and depression show. I never wanted to talk about it because I was always emotional. I hated not explaining myself, but it was hard when you would get upset walk away or say I wasn't telling you the truth. At times you would make me happy and with warm fuzziness inside, but then at times you made me feel so low and not important. Even with the low times I can say I loved you through it all. It's been 4 months since we became single, only a few times I have seen you since and I enjoyed every minute. Although when I go home, in my room sitting in silence tears rolling down my face. I sit and think to myself how happy I would be and do things differently. This is my confession that I still deeply love and miss you