Now they’re sure no other country will interfere and everyone can be killed.
No one seems to care and probably no one will reblog this.
this disgusts me beyond belief. this is actually fucking happening in this world and all you’re going to probably do is glance at this and re-blog a kitten. if you could do anything, just fucking re-blog this.
But I just have zero motivation. I can already feel the regret.
i forgot to eat before i went to class today, and last night my diet was pretty much completely sugar based. i’m severely anemic and i constantly forget to take pills for it. i was walking back from class and started smoking. terrible idea. i was already dizzy, and a cigarette obviously didn’t help. i was shaking so much it was ridiculous and so dizzy it was like i spent the whole day on a merry-go-round by the time i got to the caf. then i proceeded to scare the shit out of the lady at the register and the guy who manages the caf. fantastic. they all think i’m a crack head.
in conclusion, i could never have an eating disorder.
Her thoughts on having to buy a lab manual for class:
“This is stupid. That’s like $74 I could have spent on more important things, like pot.”
i’ll probably end up changing it back to megansfault, but for now, it’s adderallandcigarettes. i just feel like it describes my life better right now.
Obviously, no one likes to be replaced, but I fucking hate being replaced. Normally, if someone falls out of my life, I try to think about it like they just have a lot going on, or I just don’t think about them. It’s easier to think about it in a way that doesn’t involve me not being enough. I hate thinking that I wasn’t enough to keep someone happy. I wasn’t enough to keep someone around. I can’t fucking stand that.
I was driving today and I passed someone walking down the sidewalk. We were never together. I would never say I was dating him even in the least bit. But, he was in my life regardless. In the last few weeks, I haven’t heard from him. I didn’t think much of it. I just figured, he had a lot going on. When I passed him today, he was walking with another girl. They weren’t really doing anything but walking, but there was something about them. You could tell they have something. You could just tell they were working towards something. He looked happy. Happier than I ever made him.
I got so upset about it. I was never really attached to him at all. I just hate to think that I couldn’t do enough for him to make him happy. I quit smoking 6 months ago, but after I passed him, I drove to the nearest gas station and bought a pack of cigarettes. I think it bothers me because it seems to be recurring theme in my life. I feel like people disappear all the time and it always seems like it’s because I wasn’t enough. I realize this whole post just sounds like some stupid teenage angst bullshit. I just needed to say it so I can stop thinking about it.
as bad as i do right now.
why did i quit? i don’t remember why that seemed like a good idea anymore.