So he tried calling me last night when I was sleeping and I didn’t answer because I wanted to sleep. He should have been up for a half hour and hasn’t messaged me back. I’m kind of worried because he always texts me in the morning when I’m not with him. I tried calling so his phone is on. I’m kind of worried, I don’t know what to do? Am I being too paranoid?
I think I’m gonna stop blogging for a bit cause it really racks up my data. If you love me and want to keep in touch, you can hit me up on either Instagram (fractalforest) or Facebook (Erin Hallucinations)! I don’t bite too hard I promise! Take care.
I’m so sick of irresponsible people asking me for things. Last night I was asked to front a few joints to my friend because she’s too lazy to get a job and spends her ei money stupidly. If you can’t support your habit, don’t fucking have it. It’s not the first time either, she’s super fiendy. I’ve had friends message me saying hello broke student, can I borrow 60 bucks? First of all, this broke student doesn’t have 60 to give you! I took a 300 dollar loan out to help her once. Why is it that people who are at least 5 years older than me asking me to help them? I’m a fucking student!! So sick of people taking advantage of me. If I keep saying no to you, why do you keep thinking it’s okay to ask again? If I get asked for money or weed again, I may lose their friendships cause this time I’m not holding back. Fuck right off. It is different if you’re my bestie though, but you aren’t.
destroy this “more than friends” bullshit
destroy this disgusting fucking idea that being in a romantic relationship is more important/closer than being in a platonic relationship
destroy the idea that friendships are less than romances
destroy the idea that you need to be romantically involved with someone if you want to be really close to them
I’m super nervous over the thought of moving in with my boyfriend. It’s his house and his and his family’s things are through out it. I’m worried I won’t have my own space and will feel like I’m staying over at someone else’s house. Like I’m seriously freaking out about it. When I lived with that freeloading fuck, I wasn’t able to decorate anything. I felt like I had no space. So I don’t know what to do. I just want my own space!
I hate randomly feeling anxious. Like to the point where I feel no matter what I do means nothing. Sometimes I just want to give up. I feel overwhelmed and right now I don’t feel like existing. Why does living have to be so much work? Why does it seem that people are happy so effortlessly? I keep thinking I’ll fuck up and that is a huge weight on my shoulders. Fuck fuck fuck.