Silver Beetles

I’m going to rant some more, to a specific person (person number 2 in my last big rant, if you want to know).

Ahem.

You are so fucking annoying please stop trying to take over my life.  I feel so conceited when I am around you because all I can think is “You want to be my best friend, you want to be ME”.  But I’m not conceited, and I know that.  Rather, you are just fucking obsessed with “proving” yourself or something.  We all know you’re a depressed bitch who is constantly craving attention.  I don’t want that.  And rereading the same EXACT books as me at the same EXACT fucking time?  It should not piss me off, because you can read whatever fucking book you want.  But seriously, the DAY that I announced that I was in the middle of rereading that series, you picked up the first book and brought it to school.  Well obviously you’re not even reading it, and it’s like you’re just bringing it places to show me or impress me or have a conversation with me about it. OR TO FUCKING BE ME.  Well quit it because you’re making me feel stupid now when I say “HEY I’M REREADING THIS SERIES” and people are like “YEAH ISN’T SHE TOO?!”  FUCK YOUUU!!! I am on the fourth and you are still not even halfway through the shortest book, the first one.  You only read it in the one class we have together and most of the times it’s only when I take my book out.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfuckinggrrr!!!  GET YOUR OWN GODDAMN LIFE!

And that is all.

tumblrisforlulz:

Every reblog this gets, a Nickelback fan dies.

You’re so fucking cute.

And I am such a bitch…

But it’s your fault for being so cute.

fuckyeahemmawatson:

fuckyeahhptrio:

needmelikeineedyou:

love

(via forthlinroad)

Hahahahaha, this makes John look like he has an sumo wrestler bun. :D

(via forthlinroad)

That last post I had made me feel a lottt better! Really, it made me not so mad anymore and I almost feel silly for posting it at all.

I’m at work right now. I have been getting so lazy, I hardly do work anymore. Oh well.

I just want to say that I realize that I have only four followers and no one even reads my Tumblr but I don’t care.

1.  You are so FUCKING annoying.  Acting like you’re all high and mighty because you know someone five years older than you ISN’T EVEN COOL. ESPECIALLY since he doesn’t even say Hi to you. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. I know plenty of people five-six years older than me BUT I DON’T FUCKING BRAG ABOUT IT EVERY DAY OF MY GODDAMN LIFE.  NO WHY?  BECAUSE I REALIZE THAT THEY ARE NOT REALLY MY GODDAMN FRIENDS THEY ARE JUST PEOPLE I KNOW AND OCCASIONALLY TALK TO. So really you need to shut your goddamn annoying mouth. And no one gives a flying SHIT when you are depressed so keep your stupid little depressing comments to yourself.  Honestly, it’s so ridiculous how you thought you’d be so much better off without me, but about two years later, here you are, making up friends and trying to steal all of mine when they clearly like me more.  Yes this is mean of me to say, but SOMEONE has got to tell you the freaking truth.

2.  I barely even want to be your friend anymore.  I can’t stand your bullshit, and I am THISSS close to saying this to your face. Grrr!

3.  I think…that I am in love with you.  I know love is a strong word, and maybe I’m just exaggerating, but something about you is just so…fucking perfect.  I wish you were mine.

That felt good.

Just when I finally feel free of you and think that I’m getting over this silly infatuation, I see you. And I fall for you all over again. Your smile, your laugh, your little “howdy”, your eye contact, your blue eyes, your perfectly styled hair, your clean-cut wardrobe, your “work face”, your humming, your tapping, your clapping, your gigantic smiles that you throw my way with tightly shut eyes, your eye rolls at your boss that you show only to me as if it’s our secret.

I miss you.

I miss when you used to actually talk to me.

I miss when you would come over to me and play with my stamp.

I miss when you would text me about your day, leading to a big discussion about mine and work and even past relationships.

I miss when you would talk to me online, and it seemed like you were truly interested in everything I had to say, even the little things.

I miss you.

I know what we had was barely anything. In fact, it wasn’t classified as anything at all. It was just a mutual like. A strong like, at least from my side. But it’s not fair that this is over, whatever this was. Obviously it wasn’t official, you never said, “We shouldn’t talk.” It just really breaks my heart because I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.

I can’t believe I am pouring my heart out on Tumblr.