My brother: “You and Nick are dating, and everyone knows it but you two!”
Ashleigh: “Well….isn’t it true?”
My mom: “Why are you always going back and forth from your house to nicks why don’t you just stay there that is a bad neighborhood to constantly be going through you can just stay with him I’m sure his bed is big enough blah blah blah”
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Jus’ puttin’ it out there.
I hate when I’m really upset/angry/sad about something right before I see Nick or when I’m with Nick and as intense as the emotion is I forget about it entirely 2 minutes later because he makes me laugh or finds a way to make me feel better.
I don’t want to turn 19. I hate growing older. I would rather pull a Benjamin Button and age backwards. I wanted to stay 17 forever, and now I’m one year older to TWENTY. 2-0. TWO DECADES OF LIFE.
I just don’t feel ready to be this old.
(732): You kept running into the wall most of the night. When people asked you what you were doing you told them you were the kool-aid man and there was little kids on the other side of the wall who needed your juice.
My followers, I am a chicken. When confronted with a problem, whether big or small, my first and only instinct is to run or hide. If I have feelings for someone, instead of taking a risk and being honest (ie: “Hey, I like you, would you uh, like to go on a date?) I will go to any length to hide my feelings. My dad found my pipe last week, and instead of talking to him about it and apologizing for bringing it into his home or idk, confronting the issue, I plan every minute of my life away from home. I wish I could stop running. I wish I could start being honest with people in real life. I guess the first step is realizing a change is needed.
Wow that was built up.
(480): My water bill is like twice the normal amount. I need a boyfriend.
(1-480): Do I even want to know?