‘hi i haven’t talked to you in five weeks but we’re still best friends’: a story about me and human interaction.
ok so i have a mad shitty fucking extremely painful biopsy tomorrow after work so before that i am gonna leave work and buy myself some clothes and make my boyfriend take me to the olive garden.
then i won’t feel so bad, maybe. :c
somehow this is the second time i’ve ended up in a fairly serious relationship with a man who is dead inside. like… self proclaimed dead inside. like… says and does all the right things but feels nothing at all for me and i essentially disappear out of his life every time i leave his apartment. i’m pretty sure i’m just a convenient time filler since he has nothing better to do right now.
"i didn’t know you’d get so attached" he said.
ok cool excuse me while the last bit of hope shrivels up and dies within me.
well i thought i was being a big adult by driving myself to the hospital yesterday but it turns out i’m just a big ole baby because they gave me a lot of narcotics and then i had to call someone to drive me and my car home later.
side note, decadron is NO BUENO i didn’t like that lil fucker. as soon as my nurse pushed it into my IV my insides immediately felt itchy. like INSIDE my body, like my throat and butthole and stuff.
but side side note, dilaudid is p. dope that was a nice one.
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yooo ASU is so dope tho. it’s hot as ballsacks here but totes awesome. kayla had lorde tickets tonight so i’m gonna be hanging with her hoard of brazilian friends until she gets back and they’re all so adorbs omg.
they’re taking me to the bar HOLLLAAAAAAAAA sorry bank account.