My aunt visited for a short while today. A lot of things came up, along with some very Christian family members. Just curious, I said I wondered what they’d think about me. Then it dawned on, my mum aunt and I that I’m the only out queer person in our family that is blood related. That’s kinda cool to think about actually.

I wanna make out with someone and pull them close me while we dance and give them hickeys all night long.

Had to stop myself from crying 4 times at work today.
My depression is wearing me out and the week has only just begun. Sigh.

I’m an emotional masochist; all I feel is pain. I clearly still need more time without talking to you.

I hate my ATM. Sigh.

Don’t laugh at my smarmy voice, lol. I was tagged by the little cutie queercyberpunk to do this challenge!

The other two words at the end got cut off! They’re Zimbabwe and cunt :)

You can get the question from: HERE

I tag: ebbullient cozyafternoons tuff-desperado loll-wut cppietrrz eyeohtah l0yalty-0ver-r0yalty elovvvin angry-veela laurdadino hardfemmebitch soreribs

The time will come.

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Maybe I should have kissed him. -six word story

I need to go on dates. Like I need to be a promiscuous dater. I have been on a handful, only kissed a handful of people, and slept with even less. I’m not saying I need/want to sleep around, I just need to get OUT THERE and gain some romantic socializing experience. Let’s do this. Fall 2k14, date mania begins.

Edit: And when I say this I mean with women, because I kinda think I love us more…😍

My anxiety is at such a high today. I can’t believe I’m finally meeting C. My heart, oh my goodness… I can’t wait to hug him. I’m going to be smiling like such a damn good all day.

Was going to start my playlist of 63 watch later TEDTalks videos tonight, and then I ended up finding a whole bunch of new music on Youtube. And I’m STILL finding more! I’m so happy right now, eeee!

Money. Money sucks. Having no money sucks. Everything, especially education, that costs mass amounts of money sucks.

I want him here. I want his arms around me. I want his comfort. I want his security. I want his kisses. I want his smell to intoxicate my senses. I want him.

And I know that’s selfish. But I also know it’s mutual, and that’s what makes my heart flutter more than anything.

Fuck, I want him here tonight so damn bad.

Current mood: frustrated with mixed signals and wanting to eat a whole fucking cheesecake with red velvet ice cream on the side.

The unspoken “rules” and “do’s and dont’s” of dating are fucking tiring and annoying.
I don’t understand why you can’t just BE??? Ya know? And then be honest… I just don’t get it.

This is why I fail.