February 2012
Wa wa we wa
Vyvanse has stopped making me want to do my work and started making me want to rage in my room to mindless self indulgence and make weird noises
#Bad decisions blog 2012
Also, I’m about to cry because I lost my birth control again
I bought a shit ton of vyvanse today and I’m afraid to take it because it always makes me incredibly #sociallyawkward and generally very strange and I have to talk to people tomorrow so…
I read the bell jar and spent an entire week depressed. No more Sylvia Plath for me.
Woke up this morning in bed next to an unfinished 40 oz. So disappointed in myself.
Drunk Jessica says hi to the internets
I’m sorry, I just really want to fuck. Actually, no, I’m not even going to apologize for that. The problem is that I literally know zero people that qualify as fuckable. I need to meet more people.
Also, I’ve pretty much decided that I’m going to do whatever the hell I want and not worry about what my actions make me seem like to other people.
I can’t figure out why I’m so attracted to Jon Stewart or Bill Maher…
I’m just trying to keep my shit together but my Internet is super slow and I’m gaining weight. Sigh. First world problems.
I tried to tell Siri to call me baby and she called this guy David from my contacts and I hate him. So awkward. Thanks a lot Siri, you stupid whore.
the only problem is that i can’t decide between UNC Charlotte and UNCG.
I am SO excited for college, oh my god.
i’ve been looking at dorm decorating ideas all morning.
I JUST WANT TO GO NOW
you can always tell when i feel like crap about myself because i’ll wear a dress or something cute and actually do my hair. most other days i’m perfectly happy in sweats.
“No matter how much you care about a person, you have to be able to know that you...”
– Justin vernon (via vavin)
couple has been together for 4 days
OMG let’s get matching facial piercings because we love each other!!!!!
100460:
the problem with having lots of older friends is that i constantly feel guilty for not living in the real world yet
^ this
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don’t like me? whatever. i’ll have moved away before i even technically graduate high school in less than 3 months.
you are irrelevant.
it was fun, i guess, but i won’t remember you by august.
the hilarity when everyone in your class turns 18 and goes out and gets the ugliest tattoos ever
me: you don't have to talk to me, sorry. i'll leave you alone now
you: k bye.
here’s an interesting idea: How about next time you decide to pursue someone you make sure you’ve got the balls to tell them at some point that you’re not serious about them at all? Maybe that’ll work out for you better next time, asshole.
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I’m the definition of angst right now. Being a giant ball of emotions isn’t all fun and games.
Making plans with old friends. When you get used to being alone for so much of your day, it’s easy to forget how nice it is to have someone. You get a little too comfortable with spending time alone. Because i don’t see them everyday, i keep forgetting that there are people who care about me.
