I'm 28 and I feel like my life is a mess.
Come Back
Come back
I want to say
Come back and finish this mourning you started
There is no better day
So come back
Because it’s painful
That you don’t want me
So soon
Come back
Come back
Come back
And finish this mourn with me
Flash Love
My friend kissed me and I fell, instantly and hard.
It was a torrid affair, sneaking and exes.
In the end he stood me up. Disappeared for a night and acted nonchalant the day after.
Sigh to end. It’s for the better. My boring life at least is reliable, unlike sudden flash loves.
I can’t tell you how awful the big boss is.
Literally, I can’t. The last - and only - time I tried to put my foot down about the horrible organization down here in the trenches (of which she wouldn’t know firsthand) and speak out to someone else - not even her - I got an email from her suggesting I look elsewhere for employment.
She’s an egomaniac who, though she has several other business “partners”, is clearly running the company. My wussy coworkers keep their mouths shut because they want to keep their jobs. We do hours of unpaid work and she bullies us if we dare open our mouths. If I had more faith in the economy, I would take off. But as it is, I need to pay off debt.
shock
My supposed best friend’s been wanting to move for the last decade and never has. Suddenly she’s going across the country.
Instead of keeping me in the loop and telling me when exactly she’d be going, she announced it on FACEBOOK of all things (the bane of my existence) and tagged me in the note.
Wow.
On top of that, her little brother, who was supposed to be “my brother” had a birthday party that I didn’t get invited to. I only found out about it through…facebook.
I’m so shocked that I haven’t even been able to tell her how hurt I am. Because if it were me, she’d be the first one I’d think of to tell any kind of news to, and she’d be the first one on my invitation list to any party. But it’s clear I’m not hers; we’re not even close enough then for me to tell her my feelings.
I’m still kind of numb to the whole thing. I cried to my dog. I know, what a pity party.
“Every woman has the exact love life she wants.”
I want to be dating a hot 20-something year old classy guy who drinks wine and cooks/bakes and wears suits and goes to werk then comes home and I kiss ‘em.
AND THAT IS NOT MY LOVE LIFE.
lol
Yeah check my prev posts - I’m not always having the one I want either. (You don’t want to know what I’ve settled for.)
I’d have an early-thirties very masculine yet tender MAN not boy who gets my humor, makes me ROFLOL, is patient and kind and open hearted, wants to live in NYC with me AND has the money to do so, is taller than 5’7” and has a thingie that reaches the spot. Yeah I said it.
When I text you, that means I miss you. When I don’t text, that just means I’m waiting for you to miss me.
(via jessicachu)
Things unemployment has taught me:
- My body’s preferred sleep cycle is 4am-12pm.
You too?
Unfortunately mine becomes sunup to an hour before sundown
I Got To Touch Nice Pecs Today
sigh
I wish I had a hot-bodied bf
*holds breath*
