Relationships don’t come with a guarantee. Why should it? It’s not a cat or a computer. It’s life, and it’s messy, and it breaks down. It’s a promise, to try. I want to promise to try.
(via soliloquyurha)
“I like my money right where I can see it-hanging in my closet.” —Carrie Bradshaw
Such a sick and addictive obsession. I want to be like her when I grow up. Dude, can they please make a Sex and the City 3? :(
I hate succumbing to the conniving ways you have chosen to slowly eat me away. It’s really painful and it straight out sucks. A lot of things in my life are going well. I’m very grateful for the direction that it’s headed. Yet, at times I get so angry at myself for being fixated on things that can’t be fixed. But I know that it won’t kill me, and what doesn’t will only make me stronger.
You would think that people would grow up in college and learn to respect other people’s personal lives. Yet, why do I somehow get tangled in other people’s messes? And why are people so concerned with other people’s lives?
Mind your own business and worry about your own life before you try to nose your way in mine. It’s getting very annoying. I guess aside from all these recurring frustrations, there are life-learned lessons to take away from this. I have absolutely no respect for people who need to talk smack about another person to ease their ego and make them feel better about themselves.
Enough said.
