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it'll be the hardest thing i've ever had to do, but that's life.
and i'll probably cry a lot and freak out.
and i won't be able to talk about it to anyone,
but it will be the only thing i ever think about.





and when it's over, i'll be right here where you left me.
just waiting for you.

hating life, one person at a time

it's so frustrating how people can be as mean as they wanna be to me and i have to take it with a smile, and be kind in return. you don't fucking deserve it. and please don't talk to me like i'm a child who doesn't know how to do their job. fuck you.



just because i have boobs doesn't mean i can't put oil in my car. i've done it before. actually, i do it about once a week. and that's great that your co-worker is a mechanic (and is probably in serious need of some female contact) but if i tell you seven times i can do it myself, i think i'll be okay without his help. it was also really thoughtfull of you to watch me open the hood of my car and put the oil in the right place, you know, the cap that says "motor oil." thanks for being there incase i couldn't figure that one out.



isn't there anything else to eat besides potato salad and white house rolls.



forealz.