I wish I was fat.

don’t tell me about unrequited love. that.. doesn’t exist. there is no such thing as “one sided love” or a break up that wasn’t essentially mutual. think about this.. you fell in love with each other cause there was a connection between the two, a spark that both of you realized. and if one person starts to see that it has faded, then it’s gone from the ENTIRE relationship, not just for one person. you’re only under the impression that you still have feelings for the other person cause that’s what you’re used to. you’re used to those memories and those thoughts of them being with you. you’re used to thinking of them loving you, and you loving them and it was such a good feeling, you don’t wanna let go of it. kind of like when you’re taking a hot shower in winter and you know you’re clean but you stay in that extra time until your fingers are all pruny or you’re late for work, cus it’s nice and warm in there and you don’t wanna step out into the bitter cold. you don’t need it, you know it. you can easily just.. let go of the feelings and the thoughts. trust.. you’re already over them. you’re just so comfortable with what you had before, that you’ve become accustomed to only wanting that. but just like how the cold might sting when you get out of the shower, it might feel strange not having them around, or having your brain emptied out of their thoughts, once you let some time pass, you get accustomed to the envoirnment. once you let go, you’ll be ok, you’ll move forward cause your life moves forward. what’s gone is gone, the only thing that you can do is dispose of the residue it has left in your mind. 

yo Im so tired of staying here man, I shoulda been home like 2 days ago stuffing myself with the world’s finest saturated fat found in only the u s of A but NO. Im still here. in BJ. studying econ. on which I will be tested in… 2 hours. blastarific

my boobs are glorious. future husband should be happy. 

sometimes I wish I was a man so I could grow a sexy beard

HEY GUYZ Im heading to an exam in 40 minutes wish me lucksies <3

whatever keeps you up at night.. if it’s not sex, get rid of it

I cant WAIT till I go home man. the smell of sesame buns have become downright mothafucking nauseating for me. EVERY TIME I WALK OUT THE APARTMENT. EVERY. FUCKING…… time.

I was just contemplating a bunch of things about like, life right? and my current possible situation right? then I was just like doing accounting work and decided o screw it cuz we’re gonna die anyways. hmph!

phew.

It’s like Stockholm Syndrome. It’s like how Patty Hearst ended up becoming a member of the Symbionese Liberation Army. Crazy people just wear you down like that. You go from “Ohmigod I can’t believe these insane people kidnapped me,” to “Fuck it, maybe I will help rob a bank,” to, “…Wow, this machine gun fires a lot more smoothly than I thought it would!”

- Oliver Miller