This is my butter, bitch
People are so attractive I mean gawd just love me
i write sins not shopping receiptsOh,
As I’m pacing the aisles in a small corner store,
And I can’t help but to hear,
No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words:
“What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon!” says a patron to a stocker.
“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame we’re not getting in any more.”
I CHIME WITH HAVEN’T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF
STOCKING THE GODDAMN STORE, NO
IT’S MUCH BETTER TO FACE THESE KINDS OF THINGS
WITH ANGRY LETTERS TO THE MANAGMENT
For the StuntWife.
::claps with glee::
aaaaand now I’m earwormed. StuntHusband, I will play this song for you when you come over next!
I hot boxed my room. And let me tell you. I can’t see through this smoke cx
I don’t get help because I am the helper.
I’m sure I’m not the only person who can relate to this. You’re the friend who helps everyone, gives them advice when they need it, tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, and help them with their relationships even though you’ve never been in one yourself. But then the time comes around for you to be sad, for you to need help, and they’re not there to give it. Sure, sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. And then the next day they come to you for more help.
I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship and I would feel out of place if I was. I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself rather than telling anyone or even anything.
At some point, you don’t even want help anymore, even if you need it, because you’re so far gone into your role that you can’t see yourself getting help. You get to a point where you refuse other people’s help because you don’t want to burden them, because you’re the person that’s supposed to be burdened by others. At some point, you become afraid of getting help.
This is something I struggled with for a long time, and to an extent, still do.
Welcome to my life.
This is literally me
Yep. It hurts. Don’t cut yourself on the shards of other peoples broken hearts
Story of my life…
I think you just wrote my entire life
saw-whet owls are very cute