Hey, tumblr. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.
Most recently, I broke up with my boyfriend. Yes, anon. The one who was planning on going to the ROTC. Who, by the way, missed the deadline.
It was bad timing. Yeah, maybe he was perfect for me, but he wasn’t done “cooking”. And now. Now, he has followed me on Twitter. A place where I would vent about him; vent about everything. I used Twitter because be didn’t have one. And it would be safe.
Now that he is following me, I’m quite certain he’s stalked my tweets, and is hurting even more. Which is quite true. I’m not following him, but I’ll check his account every now and then, and there he goes with the sad tweets. And I can’t do anything, except feel this knot in my stomach.
I hate life. Life is a bitch. It’s hard. Every decision you make will affect you in some way; for better or for worse. This decision has been both.
Fuck everything. I don’t know what to do.
so justin bieber is in my country and there’s this chick who kinda looks like him and today she was insIDE HIS HOTEL WAVING TO THE FANS AND SHE WAS ON TV EVERYONE THOUGHT SHE WAS JUSTIN THE FANS WERE CRYING I CANT BREATHE
OH GOD I SAW THE LAST ONE YESTERDAY ON TV
THIS MADE MY LIFE
I want a revolution.
I’ll call the Les Mis fandom.
I want a successful revolution.
things to say if someone asks why you are so quiet
- "i don’t have much to say"
- (shrug with a smile)
- "i like listening"
- (with clenched teeth) “there are wasps in my mouth”