I really never write on here anymore. It’s irritating that something like this blog that doesn’t involve anyone else is somehow something that people I don’t even associate with anymore still look at. If we’re not friends anymore, we’re not friends anymore. It’s quite simple. I didn’t know when I became friends with these people that they love to bond over making fun of people or hashtagging their tumblr URLs. Would be nice if we could all act our ages and just say we had great times while we were friends and now it’s done and that’s fine.
This isn’t even why I’m writing on here though. I’m just a bit down tonight. Sometimes there are people in your life and you love that you know them so well, but then there are circumstances like today/tonight where you just wish you were wrong about them. Like you have a pretty good idea about how they’ll act, but you really hope you’re wrong and they surprise you. Well, you didn’t surprise me. I knew the avoiding would come today.
I guess that’s all I can say because, unfortunately, too many people know about my tumblr, but they can’t find out who/what I’m talking about. I wish I could use this as freely as I could when I started in high school, but ya just don’t get everything you want in this life, do you?
If you do see this, maybe you should try to be the person I know you can be. And if you do know it’s you, then you know what you’re doing isn’t cool or nice. Give that person I know you can be a shot.
I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.
Cried twice before my sister left. Once at the airport dropping her off. And once tonight. I guess you could say I wish she was still here. Or I was still with her in Stl.
"I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc," Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here.
Happy Birthday to the best brother & one of my favorite people in this world. I hope 17 is the best year for you yet. Love you so much 🎉🎂🎈😘🚘💙
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.