”We’re on a mission from god.”
– The Blues Brothers (1980)
…. I’d do it
I know I’m complaining a lot, but I feel like death.
Got run off of the road this morning, spent 8 hours bent under a hood freezing, and making IVs, then trekked over four towns with my check engine light on to work 5 more hours while listening to a chick talk way too loudly about breast milk, diapers, and babies rather than work.
On nights like this I need someone to crawl into bed with that will rub and kiss my neck and make me feel beautiful and not horrendous….. Allie? Marley? LmAO
Sneak peek of my new set shot by Alissa that will be up for member review on February 16th! Let’s see how quickly this post gets flagged ; )
Confessional. I’m going to lay it out flat and clear.
The definition of fucked up is loving someone who knowingly destroys you. Loving them so much that you are willing to do anything for them anyway. This includes paying hundreds of dollars for tickets to a show so that they can go… and then they tell their friends that they don’t care about you, they can hit on anyone they want at the show. Driving out to give them gas money. Driving out to pick them up at 2am when they’re shit faced, and letting them scream at you for leaving them because they “love you” and “want you with them every day for the rest of their life” and “want you to sit next to them during The Hobbit”. Letting them hit you. Giving them chances to prove they’ve changed when you know damned well that no one changes. It’s doing anything that you possibly can to make them hate you. Anything! Like lying and saying you’re sleeping with someone else, that you’re with someone else, calling them every degrading thing you can think of, ripping them apart online, intentionally pressing buttons to piss them off. Saving money to send them across the country. Not just so that you know you’ll never have to see them again, but because no matter how badly they’ve hurt you, you just want them to be happy… and them being happy means not having you in their life. It’s fighting with yourself everyday against not taking all of your pills, because then how will they get that money? It’s literally putting off your life, and putting off ending your life to better theirs.
It’s just all fucked.
This obsession is getting unhealthy. Just like all of my other ones
I’d marry grumpy cat