When a guy calls you hot, he’s looking at your body. When a guy calls you pretty, he’s looking at your face. When a guy calls you beautiful he’s looking at your heart. All three guys still wanna fuck you though.
Very true ..
coming to DC has been one thing after another.
I’m constantly forced to look at a president who I don’t like or respect as a man let alone the supposed “leader” of this country and of course I go to an HBCU where you can’t actually express this view without being physically assaulted because Obama is synonymous with the second coming
going to my university is literallly like being raped and then being taught by your attacker every single day. but it was pick this and live in hell temporarily with no debt after, or be raped forever by all the systems put in place to bleed you dry from the day you graduate til the day you die
I just want to get the fuck out of this bitch. I need to be out of here, and I don’t have a place to go yet.
I’m depressed all over again. I can feel it in every bone in my body. I haven’t left home in the past three days other than to make purchases vital to my existence as a human being. and it’s becoming tougher to see the point in that.
I’ve literally been in the bed all day, in physical and mental pain. I hate everything about life, every breath i take, every move I make feels worthless and pointless. being alive is no longer enough reason to smile or feel blessed.
This is the entire thing about “faith” that I just can’t fade. I’m supposed to have faith even if the higher power chooses not to intervene. -_- I’m sorry what? don’t get me wrong, but right now that’s like asking me to believe in the tooth fairy at age 22. it’s like oh yeah good things may happen like you may wake up with money under your pillow, but when shitty things happen like oh you lost 4 teeth and got no money, just accept it cause sometimes things happen so you can learn a lesson. Keep believing the tooth fairy is real, the next set of teeth that fall out just may be your lucky day.
(I’ve been doing a piss poor job at being 22 by the way)
I just feel shitty. I can’t make myself feel less shitty. I can’t force myself to do the last two assignments that I have so I won’t fail because I’m overwhelmed by the lack of fucks I have to give. I just don’t care. Why keep trying when I’m not benefiting the world. Why am I even here? What good will these grades do. Will they make me finally feel like I’m not stupid? Will they make me feel like I can do the “anything” through “christ who strengthens me” will they make me happy?
I don’t care. I. Don’t. Care. About. Anything. Anymore.
I just want to sleep and stay sleep. because when I’m sleep I can’t fuck things up. When I’m sleep I’m not a failure. When i’m sleep I’m not a worthless useless pointless space occupier. (and if I am I don’t have to know about it)
I’m tired. I just want the pain to be gone.
You can always tell who the loneliest people are because they always talk your ear off when you’re engaged in conversation with them.
when you read something, associate it with yourself and then wonder if anyone else noticed it about you. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself talking and wondered, “gosh how long have I been doing this and why haven’t my friends shut me up yet”
I wonder if I talked this much when Jaz lived here.