I'm having a really irritating day.
My uterus fucking hurts.
My bedroom is a fucking mess but I don't even know how to clean it up. Looks like one of those rooms on the home improvement channel where people have to intervene. Next thing you know they're pulling Waldo out of my closet.
Not to mention my mom was talking about marriage and what not today. She said, "I thought by the end of this year I'd have two daughters married off! You would be married to Jerry and your sister would date Billy and get married!"
Now I know she was just kidding, but it still effected me.
Thanks for reminding me that yet another relationship I had, failed.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be with my ex. I haven't wanted to be with him for months, but I dragged on the relationship longer before finally breaking it off for good.
I'm glad we're not together.
It just sucks knowing that I was a horrible girlfriend.
Obsession with this song lately.
Ever read the comic Johnny The Homicidal Maniac?
This music video reminds me of it.
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