OH MY GOD
I hate that I only ever feeling like posting here when I’m sad. Or lonely. Or don’t want to bother my “friends” on Facebook with my bummer feelings.
How stupid is that? How awful can we be as humans? I know I’m guilty of eye rolling at some friends who post novels about how they’re sad because life isn’t shaping up to be what they expected. Sometimes I’ll give a “cheer up, champ!” Or a “keep thinking positive” or I’ll just scroll right on by.
So why would I want to inconvenience them with my own lame sob story?
What a sad thought. Instead of expressing my feelings to people I know in real life who I consider friends or loved ones- I express them on a website where I only know a handful of people because I think, “maybe I won’t bug anyone there”
People are awful. My brain is awful.
I really thought by 27, I wouldn’t be here. I didn’t think I’d have it all figured out or that I’d own a house or have a baby. But I definitely didn’t think I’d be the very last single girl of all my girlfriends trying to figure out EVERY aspect of my life.
List of things to do:
-Find a place to live that doesn’t cost $3,000.
-Forget about that guy you’re still in love with that doesn’t want you anymore and maybe never did. He definitely doesn’t appreciate you so…
-Figure out what you like and don’t like.
-Get a fucking dog.
-Get fucking going.
5 things that sometimes feel impossible.
Insert long annoyed sigh here.
This is just a bad day.
I’m just on my period.
I always get too grouchy and too honest on my period.
Shut up and go the fuck to sleep, Sara.
Tomorrow will be better.
This is so fucking important.
I’m going to cry
Reblogging again just to focus on the fact that this is discussing patriarchal societal standards and that it again describes feminism to a tee. Feminism is an equality movement.