Night falls is when thoughts linger…………….idk how to go back to the person I was before.
I realize that I’m never excited over movies anymore. Who has time to sit in a dark loud room for 2+ hours getting fat off of popcorn and soda when you can waste two hours of your life at home writing and reblogging shit on tumblr.
I find this kind of interesting. Maybe the next time I am shit wasted, I will do this and wake up the next morning and read about what I wrote while I was shit wasted. Maybe I will finally be able to face my thoughts without thinking twice about erasing them.
This was me at work 3 days ago. Dis bitch ass crazy mom was making her five year old count to 20 and when she messed up, bitch ass mom made her recount it over again for like 5 minutes straight. Then she repeatedly told me to watch her daughter twirl and tell her she was cute. When I was five my mom didn’t even need to show me off. Fuck yeah I was cute as hell already. :)