*watching BBC Sherlock with a friend*
Friend: Sherlock really isn't all that attractive...
Me: What does it matter? This is a crime show, not one of your rom-coms.
*inwardly*: One, you have shit taste in frat boys and two, I'LL BURN THE HEART OUT OF YOU!
I have forgotten how to hope.
I cannot remember what dreams I had ever had.
Were they ever dreams?
Or just delusions?
ϟ I’m so tired of everything.
I remember being motivated.
Motivated to work towards a dream job.
Motivated to get projects done.
Motivated to expose myself to all the culture I could.
Motivated to making myself a better person.
Now it is less than motivation, less than a bother.
I’m tired.
I want to give up on everything.
Most of all, I want to give up on me.
I don’t even deem myself worthy of the effort.
ϟ Fuck you, shipping rates.
Fuck. You.
Bite the pillow, cumslut, I’m going in dry.
Me: Sequin dresses look nice but I don't like wearing them because the sparkles just highlight problem areas...
Friend: I tried on my mom's sequin dress once. It looked fine on me.
How fucking DUCKY for you...