made by me!
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i hope everyone who has wronged me kills themselves
my dear cilla
Happy St Patrick's Day. Kiss me, I'm Irish (I'm not Irish).
Today I am feeling very sick n tired of life. Nothing is going well for me. Woke up at 5 in the morning to get ready and leave for school; my morning class got canceled, so I woke up early for nothing. I decided to go out and do some Instacart orders to make money, so I sat in parking lots of multiple stores and got no orders. Had to go to my afternoon class and forgot my jacket and school ID in the car, so I was freezing walking to class, thank god I'm at least wearing a sleeve shirt. I guess I can't blame the universe for all of my problems since a lot of things are my fault.
My grade in microeconomics dropped because I missed class the day before spring break. I constantly feel like a failure. At this point, this blog will become my diary, and every post will make me sound more insane. I'm so tired.
St Patrick's Day reminds me of my mom because it was the last holiday I spent with her before she died. She died on March 18th. For the holiday, we went out with our families to downtown Chicago. I don't think I've been downtown since then. I've gone to different areas of Chicago for concerts, just not downtown. Maybe one day, I will take the train there and explore. Chicago is a ghetto hell hole, though, so we'll see about that.
me n who
Pink in Horror (4/?) Black Swan (2010) Trouble Every Day (2001) Pearl (2022)
We could drive forever, my baby
We could leave it all and never look back
If you wanted heaven, baby
Sit back in my pink Cadillac
Girl keep a Jodi arias mugshot poster on ur bedroom wall b4 doing it with a boy
Sylvia Plath feeding a fawn
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓍 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 .
everyday i think about this
Vintage Hair Dryer Magnum Revolver 357 By Jerdon Gun
i am the trailer park darling
does your memory stray to a brighter summer day, when i kissed you and called you sweetheart
You& me, this summer?
Working hard or hardly working? Who knows.
In modern times, it's unacceptable to be an adult and live at home, even though more and more people are doing it. I live in a dorm 5 days a week but still return home on weekends. I'm a full-time student. However, I have never managed to obtain full-time employment. So my life contains school, hanging out at home, and nothing else. This has given me a "hikikomori complex" even though I leave my home. It's humiliating because I have to rely on my family to pay for my education and necessities like food. Endless applications have been sent to many disgusting places that will pay me minimum wage, but they never reach out to me.
I'm unemployed, which means I have some form of freedom. I really do have free will to do what I want to do. I have responsibilities that are holding me back. Being a student is the only thing that prevents me from being hopeless. I know that there's a degree that I will obtain in a few years. I know there is light at the end of the tunnel. Although, it seems like other people are moving along in life, while I am stuck here. Maybe I am lazy and can do more. People around me are investing, and getting paychecks, while I have poor spending habits and wonder when I will run out of money.
I don't want a glamorous life, even though it does sound nice. At the end of the day, I know that my heart truly yearns for living in a trailer park. The one pledge I will make is that I will never end up like my mother. A trashy lifestyle does not equal struggling. I want to be humble and love the things that I have.
On that note, I will end this blog post. I hope you all had a good weekend :) Spring is coming, which is exciting.
Song rec: Milk-Sweet Trip
Sharon Tate's wedding hair 🎀