For You, A Thousand Times Over

There isn’t enough free time between now and June 3 for my boyfriend and I. ): I don’t want him to move so soon, and I really don’t want him and I to spend our last couple weeks just working non-stop. This is super frustrating.

It’s too bad sexism exists in the world still. And even worse that my roommate is dating a sexist and I have to hear sexist remarks on an almost daily basis. Thank god I’m moving into my own place in three more months. That’s definitely not soon enough though.

…when one of your roommates is here less often than the other roommate’s boyfriend.

Literally cannot go a single freaking day without being at my damn apartment. GO ELSEWHERE!!!!!!

I am so done.

haysayday:

i woke up this morning and the very first thing i thought of was this really awful memory of my first boyfriend when i was in middle school. (surprise surprise that something shitty happened during middle school.)

so, when i was in middle school, there was this stupid ass game that we all used to play where someone wrote a person’s name on the palm of your hand and you weren’t allowed to look at it all day. if you looked at it, you had to ask out that person whose name was written on your hand.

well, there was this one time where it was a couple of days before one of those awkward school dances that everyone thought was cool, and this guy, i’ll call him bob, had asked me out. having a “boyfriend” in middle school was considered to be one of the best things ever. idek why. 

so i said yes to bob and i was so happy that a boy thought i was cute during my awkward no self-esteem days. i can remember holding his hand and my friends all told us how cute bob and i were. i was so excited because bob was my first boyfriend and that stuff is always cute and happy and la la la. 

i went to the dance that weekend with my friends and i tried looking for bob everywhere. i asked all my friends if they had seen him and they said no. bob never showed up to the dance. i thought that was so weird but he must’ve had a good reason for not coming.

then, on the following monday, i was at lunch with my friends and this one girl, i’ll call her…suzy. suzy had told me that bob only asked me out because my name was written on his hand when he played that stupid game. she also didn’t have the decency to tell me this in confidence, she said it in front of all of my friends. 

i freaked out, and i didn’t believe her. i went to confront t- errr bob and he told me it was just the game. he didn’t actually like me and then he broke up with me.

and that’s the story of my first boyfriend.

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I don’t remember that at all! And now I’m trying to figure out who the two unnamed people are. Haha.

petrichorrs:

lets-have-awkward-sex:

mickjaggerstinytodger:

*gets the urge to delete all my social network accounts, drop out of school and live in the woods*

you can’t just thoreau your life away like that

oh my god

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