Things I don’t wanna mothafuckin talk about:
- My mothafuckin acne
- How mothafuckin tired I look
- My mothafuckin future
- My mothafuckin eating habits
Things I DO wanna mothafuckin talk about:
- This mothafuckin SMILIN PIGGY IN A BLANKET:
LOOK AT HOW CUTE THAT LIL FUCKER IS. THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MOTHAFUCKIN MADE OF.
I’m supposed to be happy. He’s supposed to take away the stress not make it worse right? I go to college and work two jobs and he can barely afford to put gas in his car and keep his phone on. I can’t keep worrying about where he his or what he’s doing. I’ve let so much stuff slide with him that I swore I’d never let happen in a relationship. I think I need a break, I need my happiness back.
I just can’t handle being in relationships honestly. They’re just to stressful for me.
I feel so stupid right now I could cry
Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively makeout and grab me everywhere