This is me:
I’m the girl who got headbutted. You might recall this incident from a few years back with either a feeling of support and the urge to high-five me, or an intense dislike because I’m mad feminist, hell-bent on making up stories to demonise men. If you are not familiar with the…
Mmm I do intend to put stuff on this blog one day soon. Actual stuff. I’m just always too tired. Not to physically do it, but to expend the effort involved in thinking too hard about the things I want to write about. TIRED.
Ugh, back to wishing constantly I had done something with my life, job wise I mean… Once again, it’s a shame the world is run on money or I could learn to do anything! Re-take the chances I totally failed at before. I’m not too sad or anything at the moment, just feeling like a huge failure. Which is fair, cause that’s what I am.
you will never understand poverty, tom hiddleston
you will never understand what it’s like to sit at your kitchen table, and see bills, bills, bills, and still have no money to eat
you will never know what it’s like to choose between healthcare and groceries
Ash: So what’s your stepmum like?
Me: OH FUCK NO I don’t have a stepmum I’m never ever ever gonna use that word ever if my mum was dead I might need a stepmum but as far as I know she hasn’t died so she’s not my stepmum dude seriously don’t say stepmum.
My bro’s girlfriend is really lovely. Unfortunately, next to her I seem, and by seem I mean am, a fat, overgrown, ugly, stupid, uneducated, unambitious, unaccomplished, badly dressed, ineloquent (and dead common) loser. Of course this is true of me next to, you know, people. But most of those guys aren’t in-law family members.
Could I one day not be filled with utter self loathing, please?