i want a boyfriend please i don’t wanna be a lonely cat lady vs. fuck why are you flirting with me go the fuck away
what’s the best way to make yourself feel even more lonely and unwanted?
read shoujo manga.
(yes i’m jealous of a manga character for having a cute, caring boyfriend when i have none sob.)
ever since spring semester ended, i’ve been holed up at home playing league of legends all day.
i’m kinda really mortified rn but omg i went from level 4 to level 9 in two weeks…
16: Favorite quote?
“the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.” - chuck palahniuk
i don’t really have an all-time favorite quote, so here’s one i like today.
22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
like i ever get up in the morning if i can help it lol. but in general, it takes me around half an hour to get ready, give or take a little. i just have immense trouble actually waking up and motivating myself to get off my ass; this part takes 2 or 3 hours.
this might explain why i’m rarely on time.
39: Do you have a crush?
nope, nada, none. i wish i had one though. might make things less boring.
20: Where do you go when you’re sad?
i stay in my room and wallow in despair for a day or two. it’s especially convenient nowadays since i live alone (this also means i get sad more often, whoops). if all else fails, i go somewhere to chainsmoke alone.
40: Last time you kissed someone?
valentine’s day, i think. but it was at a party and we were both drunk as fuck so it was more “hoshit you’re hot let’s slobber over each other!” kinda thing (i should probably mention that that was the first day i met the guy). i had the most epic black out afterwards, so i didn’t know it even happened until someone told me the next day. but plotwist! turns out he had a girlfriend. i felt kinda guilty but ultimately decided to forget about it… until the same thing happened again a week later /facepalm
i don’t understand hong kong people anymore. (read: i don’t understand my friends at home anymore)
please don’t expect me to understand when you talk about your weird student cabinets and your hall life and your everything; they don’t exist here. i mean, i’m glad you still remember to talk to me and update me on things, and i certainly don’t mind listening, but it should go both ways, y’know? how come no one wants to hear me talk about my accomplishments? is my life that insignificant to you?
oh, right. the things i’m experiencing right now don’t exist in your world. no one wants to talk about things that don’t interest them. no one gives a shit about the overseas minority (which is really just me).
i should be grateful you even bother to tell me to like your fucking facebook page.
isn’t it pathetic how i’m still up at 4am listening to love songs with sickeningly sweet lyrics when i’m all alone? like it’d curb my loneliness or something.
well, that’s my startling revelation of the night.
it’s 9am and i’m too lazy to go to bed
if you hate me, you hate me.
cryptic messages are for babies.
hahahahaha i hate everyone.
why am i to blame for your stupid “drunken” shenanigans when YOU’RE the one who pushed ME down a flight of stairs and burned ME with your lighter and cigarette? no one forced you to have that extra sip of root beer… (you didn’t even have real beer and you tell me it justifies your stupid behaviour and my sprained ankle and multiple burns)
told myself to sleep at midnight and wow it’s 4am again
friendship is a fickle thing and somewhere along the line i kind of stopped caring.