I'm a really irritable person. Even small things like getting my hand dirty (e.g. from a pastry or a potato chip), a drop of water falling on my face, someone touching my pillow, hearing the sound of someone panting or my glasses sitting uncomfortably on my face, makes me want to swear and punch something. Usually I hide my annoyance, but when I'm alone I just swear every other minute of the day. I feel pretty unlikable because of this. On the other hand, someone else being even slightly annoyed (or worse, angry) makes me feel afraid. It doesn't make any sense.
this girl in my class said, "i don't even notice she's here half of the time", in relation to me. i am a naturally quiet person. i thought to myself, "i'd rather be someone people don't notice half of the time, then someone people wish they didn't notice". it's all a matter of perspective, but this girl is very suggestive in almost everything she does, and she has been known to betray her closest friends. that's all.
I don't understand why focusing on breathing deep is such a common technique for calming yourself. Breathing manually is nerve-wracking.
I hate summer. I seriously want to move somewhere farther north, but I'm still in university so no money yet.
Here's a reminder that the world doesn't suck any more than it did in older times. As we know, international media is unique to modern & post-modern time so we hear about all the calamities and suffering around the world in an amount we didn't before. There was just as much suffering in older times as now, if not more. And even if we have problems they didn't have, so did they have problems that we don't have. So please don't be discouraged. It's not your fault that the world is this way, either. If you want to volunteer or donate to charity, that's good, but please don't stress about not doing enough.
Surprisingly. this confession isn't as depressing as my others. I am finally happy, but I am so scared to actually accept it and act upon it. I'm scared that if I even remotely acknowledge it, it will turn into a shit show and I'd immediately regret ever saying anything. Granted this confession, is kinda accepting/admitting it but idk I just needed to get just a little off my chest.
I feel anxious, because I don't have a deep passion to accomplish a goal or become great at something. I think a lot about life and as questions about past or possible experiences, but that is all I do nowadays.
I am so tired and sad that I'm pushing it all back into the pit of my stomach and doing chores to keep me busy and not stressed or anxious.
I snoop through my boyfriends phone sometimes.. yes it is because I don't trust him but him and I are working on that. I've been trying not to snoop because I'm trying to trust him again, but I went to check his phone battery because he was using the fast charger and it showed a text from this chick on snap. So I brought it up to him, and put like a no sex clause in place until he can not flip out everytime I even go to give him his phone and like stop texting girls, like talking to them in person is fine but I don't feel the need for either one of us to be texting the opposite sex unless they are family, of course and he has a girl best friend but other then that like nah... right? My main reasoning, which for some reason I feel I have to like justify.. is that he has had problems with like doing some dumb stuff with chicks online and just a bunch of dumb shit.. Is anyone else kinda dealing with the same thing by any chance..?
I really want an old guy to eat me out and abuse my pussy. I'm in a relationship so I really want to meet someone spontaneously Nd them to just proposition me