THE BLAIR NECESSITIES

  • Never having a moment to myself. Nothing is mine. I share everything I’ve accomplished. Nothing is accredited to my name solely or is recognized as something I’ve done. 
  • Never receiving acknowledgement for my efforts
  • Being in a constant competition with everyone else in the world
  • Being broke
  • A particular boy who I still think is a dick
  • Actually, make that two boys
  • Being put down by everyone all the time
  • Never being enough
  • I’m nowhere near the perfection I strive for

Happy 52nd birthday Pops.
You’re a cool dude, even if you make me eat dinner way too late.

And suddenly, everything is better.

But then I also realize that I need more straight friends.

So many feels in one day….
I maybe like a boy. But chances are I don’t. I might just want attention.
I felt accomplished cause I actually started studying for exams.
I didn’t wear makeup all day to prove to a friend I wasn’t cute. I didn’t prove them wrong, so that actually made me feel better.
I cried cause I’m still lonely as fuck. 
And yeah. Now I’m sort of content.

It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so hopelessly unhappy as when have lost our loved object or its love.

-Sigmund Freud
Finals are in two days.
Fuck my life.

10:00 am is unfortunately to early to start drinking and I have friends coming over later, so I can’t snag one then either.

THIS DIVORCE WILL NOT BE OFFICIAL UNTIL I DRINK A DRINK IN HONOR OF THIS MOMENTOUS EVENT.

Wow. Go me.