March 2012
He called me sexy..
I don’t know if he was more drunk or delusional, but it definitely made me feel worse.
Great.
me: let me sleep
brain: lol no, let's stay awake and remember every stupid decision you made in your life
me: okay
this boy is bad for my self esteem and my sleeping pattern, but im starting to like him. so im going to starve and stay up all hours talking to him because i dont want, whatever this is, to go away.
i just hope wednesday goes as well as i hope it does, other wise all this will be for nothing.
Fluoxetine.
Even the thought of taking it fucks with my head.
PROMOTING EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS IN THE NEK 10...
s-inners:
no likes
small lists
must be following me
will be bolding faves
My head is all over the place at the moment.
I’m so nervous about today.
six types of love
Eros a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs...
He’s too good for me and I can tell I’m getting my hopes up once again.
It’s never more than just sex, and thats where this is heading already.
I guess it’s my fault. It’s always my fault.
I’m a dumb slut who isn’t worth much else.
