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pssh.

Don’t front like you really had no plans when you damn well now you moved some shit around and cancelled on people to make time for me.

I don’t get you.

yowzer.

Why did my heart just stop when the words “…I have a girlfriend…” came out of your mouth?

Yikes. Hmm I didn’t realize how deep I got into you.

ok for real… enough!!

Ok, I’m a big fan of babies. I’m all about them the cooing, the giggling, the faces, and the whatnot… But damn it, not at the office.

Especially if the mom is someone who already annoyed me pre-baby.

Fuck is this bitch seriously singing right now??!!!! Like dead serious fucking serenading her child!!! HOLY SHIT. I’m about to blast some gangster shit from my computer to drown her ass out.

Arrrrgh!!!!

The worst part is the stories and the “tita look at my outfit!” Holy crap, shut up, I’m not interested!!!! Of course I gotta be nice and be like AWWWWW. Just now I checked my voicemail as she started to walk the baby around so she wouldn’t talk to me. The bitch STOOD AT MY DESK talking to me while I was on the phone.

Omg. Seriously?

>_<

Sometimes I wish you would just go away and leave me alone. Sometimes I even wish that we’d never met. My life was so much easier and it’s like you were a monkey wrench that was thrown in to fuck up the whole operation…

But then you go and not call or text and I get worried that you’re gone…

What the fuck? How did you manage to have that effect on me!??

shh.

As much as I don’t like you, sometimes I wish I had your life. Live with mom and dad, pretty much housed and fed for free… retail job… able to freely spend your money on things like clothes, makeup, nights out with the girls… only having to worry about a cellphone bill and gas money to go where you please… able to take time away from your minimal responsibilities to take trips (how you can afford it with your spending habits, I’ll never know… And you are able to manipulate people and get what you want… even turn someone’s friends against them when they’ve done nothing wrong (ahem).

This feeling of jealousy towards you will last all of .001 seconds because I shake it off and realize that not one ounce of my being will — THANK GOD — ever really want your life:

You’re turning 30 this year… You’re still mooching off of mom and dad with no plans of going forward in the future (school and career-wise). I think you’re just waiting for your parents to die so you can inherit the house (and I am not the only one who thinks this)… You work a sad little retail job at your age when you are so much smarter and more qualified for what you do… You have no sense of responsibility because you have so little to worry about, you don’t know how good it feels to be able to say I pay my own rent and bills I am taking care of myself… You are shallow because your clothing and looks are the important thing to you and they’re not even anything to be proud of (again, I’m not the only one who thinks this LOL)…And the saddest thing about you is that you think you get your way because people like you and you’re a princess… NOPE. You pretty much get your way because we don’t want to have to deal with your bratty bullshit. You turned everyone against me and it’s gotten back to me that they don’t even really know why they don’t like me. there’s no real reason for you or anyone to hate me. They don’t talk to me because they don’t want to hear shit from you. So high school. Come to think of it, why would I want to be friends with girls who are so feeble-minded to let some THIRTY YEAR OLD WITH THE MIND OF AN 8TH GRADE MEAN GIRL to change their opinion of me. You’re just a bratty princess that seriously needs to grow up already. You are so sad.

Oh and fuck around with me even more and I will say this shit to your face.

52hearts:

pangsta: yourwrite:

I am and always will be a romantic, no matter what.
The way I write, the things I like and cherish about individuals, it will always be in that light.
I can’t help it if I love the way you say my name or the way you wrinkle your forehead when you are concentrating.
I can’t help that I write about individuals that don’t exist.
Lover’s that don’t exist.
That purely exist in my mind.
I can’t help but love that I do this, because it is my creative outlet.
I can’t help but think that this is also my downfall.
I can’t help but think that this is why I may never find true love.
Reading this you’d think that “oh, she’s just being dramatic, milking the tortured writer persona as she writes in her moleskin and takes drags from her cigarette,” but despite that being true as well, I can’t help but constantly think that.
That the way I build up people in my mind will never be found in real life.
That I should let these go because I know no one will live up to them.
But there I go again, the romantic that I am, hoping that all of this writing will be considered art, my masterpiece, and that one day I will find the individual that fits all of the frames that I write.
That I’m writing out my perfect person, and that they are finding their way to me as we speak.
That maybe if I write a love story, my love story, that it will maybe come true.

-sincerelykimbui

you are not alone in this world, i am EXACTLY just like that

I feel the same. It’s hard being a hopeless romantic and wearing your heart on your sleeve and expecting the best of the best and looking for love in everyone.. but sometimes I would rather be this person than someone who doesn’t believe.

———— Amen and amen. I think this is my I experience a lot of heartache and disappointment. I have this incredibly high expectation of how a relationship should be. There’s so such thing as loving too much or giving your all. If you love someone there’s always more to give. I feel like this with friendships too.

ewwshutthefuckup.

dear mngr,

I’m so over your baby/personal stories. Shut the fuck up. I’m not the only one either. We especially hate it when you just start telling a story when no one fucking asked. Then, when we successfully divert the subject, you still continue to tell the fucking story. Personally, you telling your baby stories in a “baby” voice hella makes me want to drive this ballpoint pen into my temple. I said HELLA, yeah, get there. I also don’t like it when you baby talk to your kid when I’m on the phone with a client. As adorable as all children are, why the fuck is that baby even here!??!? Get a babysitter, bitch. I know you can afford it with all the extra money they pay you for ratting me out.

UGH. MAKE IT STOP.