Dbh

all of yall are fake i miss the energy we had with HAGS. those bitches were real

it’s so hard not to love you anymore and i can’t tell if im making the right decision. you’re tearing me apart.

it’s crazy how much an inflated ego can truly effect you especially if you have an intense internal locus of control.

i freaked out over the texture of my chicken earlier, burritos i had meal planned for the next week and the texture of my chicken isn’t right because i got chicken thighs instead of breasts. i didn’t like them.

in reality, i had spent 3 hours preparing these just to be disappointed by the outcome, and its just one of those things that happen and thats okay.

but instead, i blame myself for getting the wrong type of chicken without realizing it- my disappointment with all of this effort i put in, and im bullying myself over and over expecting a different result. my ego is bruised- all because of a small mistake that anybody could have easily overlooked.

i have 10 burritos that i don’t like, and that’s okay- logically. emotionally it’s not and it’s a wild experience realizing life never truly dealt with learning how to feel disappointment without self deprecation.

i love the size of birds

gay + ass = gas

woah. ❤️

"titties" -someone wise

girls.

fully believe like half my issues could be solved by getting some pussy

the person i married is the same person i met when i was 5 years old in kindergarten.

btw dating sucks as a concept.