My day was so amazing up until now. I slept in, I danced around the bedroom, I’m almost done with my essay, and I was looking forward to a fun night.

Then someone has to come home and fucking ruin it. It pisses me off how he can just kill my mood and my entire day. 

Then because I’m upset he talks about how he’s just trying to “set boundaries”.

…

Bullshit.

He just wants to fucking sleep all day. 

It’s midnight. Stop singing at the top of your lungs in the hallway.

I love how the people across and diagonal from me in the hall are LOUD AS FUCK all the time, and I get noise complaints. Usually at like 10:30. THE FUCK!? 

Next time I’ll just have to tell them I don’t make love to myself that loudly.

:)

The only reason I have a tumblr is because I get bored/stressed/etc and want to look at pretty/funny/awesome stuff. My blog is my essence culminated from picking and choosing from the tumblr buffet.

So for all those people getting on high horses because some people reblog…seriously this is the one place I don’t have to do anything, it’s my break from life, so please try and understand that. I don’t have to put up with stupid people and their shit on here. 

The fucking end. 

I apologize if I have offended anyone because we see things differently.

Have a nice night!:)

I used to think everyone deserved kindness, but I’m beginning to think they need to earn it. People think I’m a pushover they can take advantage of, or that I’m so nice they can be rude, selfish, and/or mean to me, get away with it, and I’ll sill be nice to them, but that’s just taking my kindness for granted and makes me not trust or respect them. 

Super lame.