I hate this. My apartment is literally a fucking zoo every weekend. Can I move out yet?

Lately, I’ve been wishing that you had a normal thought process, normal ambitions, normal tendencies. But every time I catch myself hoping for this normalcy, I instantly regret it.

Normalcy fosters ignorance. It creates a bubble that people are too afraid to pop and step outside of. Normalcy scares the living shit out of me because it causes people to stop questioning their routines, to become complacent with not knowing, to simply exist and cease to live.

Every single time I realize that I’m hoping, praying, begging for a normal life with you, I instantly take it back. Because being normal is frighteningly simple, and I want to live.

Oh hello, Tumblr. I’ve missed you.

Oh no no no no, not at all. That post was a complete joke, and I apologize if it offended anyone with an actual eating disorder. 

On a side note, I do have issues with my body image, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I am suffering from an eating disorder. To be quite frank, I blame the media and society’s outrageous expectations of what is considered “beautiful” for my feelings of inadequacy.

Basically not eating for the next three days because Firefly Festival.

Your idiocy makes my blood boil. Do you truly think so highly of yourself? How about you "get a life,“ bitch, and hop off your high horse while you’re at it.

And my past mistakes come back to haunt me yet again. I’ve been such a fuck up, and people can’t even take me seriously anymore. So what now?