ONE DAY. I am so excited to be a mother sometime in the not so near future.
ME.
My friend Nick was just talking to me in class and he asked me what I wanted to study in college. I told him and we got to talking about how I wanted to be a doctor and I told him my dad was a cardiologist. He mentioned that he wanted to study the same area of medicine and the convo went a bit like this:
Me: Oh, really!? That’s cool!
Nick: Yeah, I can’t wait.
Me: I would have my dad help you out and stuff but..
Nick: Oh, it’s fine!
Me: He’s dead.
Nick: SILENCE…
Oops.
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I can’t breathe. I am going crazy. Everything is making me want to cry but at the same time I just want to throw everything and yell at everyone. I’m in a fight with my best friend over nothing. He’s being his usual prideful and mean self. My mom won’t let me leave my house because I have a concussion and the reason I am in such a bad mood is because I have nothing to do at my house and all I am thinking about it this stupid fight. I have a pounding headache from all of this crap and I can’t help but get even more mad listening to my “poor me” thoughts. I cannot deal with today.
I’m sorry for posting this.




