This anon seriously looks so stupid lol they act like Anthony doesn’t follow me on here and doesn’t see everything I post. Bitch who do you think takes my nudes??? He loves it. Idk how you’re relationship is but my boyfriend isn’t some controlling freak who tells me what I can and can’t do with my body. We both just laugh at these anons. Get your head out if 1940. Being sexual and open and free with your body doesn’t make you a whore. You’re hella dumb
I’m so confused and what I want sexually and emotionally and I am depressed and a hot mess and I’m on the verge of a breakdown and I’m lonely and I am trash
Wanna have a threesome like really badly
I’m so sick of people asking me questions and judging me. I don’t need to explain to you why I’m getting married at 20. I don’t need to explain to you why I don’t shave my armpits. I don’t need to explain to you why I named my cat nick when she’s a girl. I don’t need to explain to you why I quit my job. I don’t need to explain to you why I don’t talk to my parents. I don’t need to explain to you why I want to get married in the woods. I don’t need to explain to you why i stopped being friends with someone. I don’t need to explain anything to you. I don’t owe you shit.
The apartment we were going to sign the lease for today he gave to someone else. My sister called me to tell me my 16 year old brother ran away. He’s also using heroin (my older brother died of heroin) my mom is drunk and can’t do anything my dad doesn’t care. I called my grandma who doesn’t like me and her asshole boyfriend answered and told me my brother is using because of me and my dad so I told him to go fuck himself. Yeah really cool day
I’m going to try really hard not be so whiney and cranky and annoying all the time anymore. I’m gonna put more of an effort to be nice/decent person. I’m gonna attempt to go to therapy more and work on myself. I know I’m a cry baby and I know I’m annoying and lame but I’m going to work on myself to be better. Also thank you to everyone still puts up with me. I’ve already come so far but I know I’ve got a long way to go.
I know everyone has their own story. And I know no one has it worse than anyone else. I just get very frustrated when people I don’t know judge me. Or think they know me. I have come so far and it really frustrates me when people judge without knowing anything. This is just me venting so sorry if it’s annoying. This isn’t like an oh pity me thing. I just wanna get this off my chest. When I was eight I was molested by my older brother for 3 years. And I hated him. I hated him right up until I watched him over dose on heroin and die. And I still didn’t forgive him until his funeral. When I was little I had to take care of all of my siblings because my dad was always high on coke and my mom was always drunk. I had to drop out of high school to take care of my siblings. I’ve been struggling with depression and anxiety my whole life. There where times when I would sleep in parks because my parents kicked me out when I didn’t give them the money I worked hard for for drugs I’ve had multiple abusive partners, one raped me two years ago. Last November I shoved all my sleeping pills down my throat cause I was convinced I would never get better. Then wanna know what happened? I changed my perspective. I worked hard to get my GED. I cut poisonous people out of my life. I went to therapy. I removed myself from a toxic situation by moving across the country. I fell in love with myself. I fell in love with a beautiful human being who treats me way better than I deserve. I enrolled in college where I have a 3.8 gpa. I found a job. I worked 30 hours a week while still taking care of my siblings and maintaing a long distance relationship. Then life decided to be like fuck you again and my dad kicked me out because he owed ME money. Did I cry and give up? Nah. I said fuck it. I quit my job took the semester off school and moved in with Anthony. I found a job two weeks later. And we’re moving into our own apartment next month. Life isn’t easy and it isn’t fair and it’s so easy to give up but I refuse to do that. I continue fighting cause that’s all I can do. And I think I’m doing a pretty good job.
It’s very difficult living 3,000 miles away from all your friends. And those friends don’t talk to you. It’s hard not being in school anymore so not being able to make new friends. It’s hard working at a place where you don’t interact with anyone. It’s hard living in a house where no one besides your boyfriend talks to you and you feel unwelcome and uncomfortable. It’s hard living in a new city where people already don’t like you. It’s hard when you and your boyfriend work a lot. I am incredibly lonely and isolated and sad.
I wish people cared about me and loved me and said nice things to me. It’s really sad that the only compliments I get are on what I look like physically. I just want someone to kiss the insides of me and tell me I’m they’re favorite person.
Last night I had a dream that someone I know ( I can’t say who) was texting me and was like I think you’re beautiful and I love you and etc. I was so happy. Like the feeling you get when you fall in love for the first time. I don’t know if this means I’ve had repressed feelings for this person, or that I’m just craving love and affection. All me and Anthony do anymore is fight. It’s not fun anymore. I know it’s cause we both live with his parents and we’re both stressed. I just want to be happy again. And I want to feel butterflies again. What’s fucked up about the whole thing is I knew it was a dream while I was dreaming because to everyone else besides Anthony I’m irrelevant and incisive and not worthy of their time. I don’t know this was dumb. Bye.
I haven’t been this depressed in a very long time. I miss when my dad was my best friend. Not the kind of person who would kick me out of my house. I miss Arizona. I miss my friends. I miss being happy. I miss staying out until 5am. I miss being in school. I never wanted it to get this bad again
I got a job today and me and Anthony are less stressed and last night we were talking about how we feel distant from each other so we read the little cards we gave to each other on valentines day listing reasons why we love each other and we listened to the first mix cd I made him and we cried and kissed and I just love him so god damn much. None of this has been easy but it’s been worth it. There are days when I wanna give up but I don’t because I think about all the stories we have about our kids that don’t even exist yet. Or the wedding we haven’t had yet. I think about everything we’ve been through. I am so in love with that boy.
Still on the hunt for a cute butt plug
I get super passionate about things for two days and I’m like yeah I’m gonna change my major and get a degree in this then I realize I have no talent or self focus or motivation and find something else to get excited about and I’m afraid I’m going to end up working in a grocery store the rest of my life. I’m smart and passionate about things but too many things. I can’t stick to one. I can’t stick to anything. I have a bunch of passion but I don’t want to do anything with it. I feel stuck. I also feel this way about my relationship sometimes but that’s for a different sappy text post.