be reckless.

I just want to take this opportunity to congratulate myself for getting this far through life without the aid of parents.

A lot of people take the stuff given to them for granted, and it isn’t their fault. They don’t know anything outside of the life they’ve lived, and I’m honestly jealous.

Just don’t judge me when I say that I am proud of myself. I did it, and I’m still doing it. It’ll only get harder, but I want to prove those who never believed in me wrong. I want to show all the people who deemed me worthless that I am something special. I was never a popular girl, nor was I ever the center of attention. I never want to be. I just want to go places. I want a life where the smallest things make me happy. I want to be surrounded by people who truly love me, at least on holidays. I want to sit down at dinner. I want to stress out over things like socks that don’t match and running out of coffee creamer. I’ll get there one day.

So, thank you to all those who have supported me. Special thanks to all those who never did; you helped me more than you could know—no pun intended.

Good job, me. Good job.

hmph, how do i word this? the absolute most frustrating situation is when you find yourself surrounded by people that don’t have a single clue.

i feel like if anyone (with the exception of few- very, very few) were to go through the things i have to every single day, they would’ve given up within a few hours.

people are so ungrateful for the SEEMINGLY little things they have: like spending money, grocery money, a car, a roof over their heads, a true friend, a pet fish, a vacuum. i literally have two of those right now (no, not even a pet fish- he died 4 days ago), and i am so happy.

so to you people who are worried about petty things like what people think about you, or the clothes you wear, or even buying stupid pointless bullshit—don’t turn it into something it shouldn’t be. just please be happy for what you have because if you don’t stop worrying about what you don’t have, you’ll forget how to find joy in the little things in life….

LIKE A FUCKING VACUUM. seriously, my carpet is disgusting and i’m ecstatic right now. just kidding, but no.. seriously you get the point. 

New York City
Where all your girls are pretty
All your men are running from somewhere
Making a name for themselves

Are you running from something
Or did you come from nothing?

Lol, I’m really having a hard time here.

(Source: newyorkcanwait)

I really miss living here. No matter how hard I try to move on, I find myself always stopping and wishing I would be able to afford to move back. I’ll make it back there one day, and until then I’ll just be looking at pictures on the internet of Manhattan and watching Gossip Girl. …. lol jk..

but no seriously.

(Source: fuckmiilife)

one day…………………………………………….

i need to get this out. I HATE MY BOYFRIEND’S XBOX. he’s in love with kate beckinsale and mila kunis—and that’s totally fine. now he’s in love with this game.. red dead redemption.. and i’m going to stomp his xbox out if he ignores me again. i keep telling him to get the hell off, but he makes up some stupid excuse like, “i can’t save it right now” or “i thought we agreed that i was going to play xbox and you’re gonna play the sims.”

i’m done playing the sims now and i just want attention.

…i know this is really petty, but it’s pissing me the frick off.

C R A P. i’m confused how to go about this.

my boyfriend’s parents are coming to town next weekend, and i’ve found myself in a weird situation.  i don’t know whether or not to clean the apartment? it’s not like the place is filthy, i mean we do keep it moderately tidy. plus, we are in college—college kids can be messy. they’re staying over for a night…in my room. i just don’t know if i should go buck-wild and make it unusually clean, or just tidy up a bit.

…i honestly wish my problems were always like this.

(Source: inkked-up)

no matter what the problem is, i will always consult my java chip starbucks ice cream.

(Source: quirkytidbits)