That’s my two cents in.

Men, as in my exes… LOL. I didn’t have a LOT of exes, but anyway, these are just the things I remember from some of them.

• Existence of my friends. I sort of ‘made’ them disappear. I lost touch with them. I favored going out with my guy more than my friends’ invitations to hang out. Basically, my world revolved around him. Only him. He was always the first priority.
• My existence. In connection with the first bullet, I didn’t even prioritize myself. Once again, it was only that guy alone. -le sigh-
• My mom and my family. One of my ex-boyfriends pointed out the faults of my family so well that it convinced me so much that I have this completely screwed up family. Well fine, we’re actually broken and all, but we’re still good. We still are. And I hated myself for letting myself think that my family is irrelevant and pathetic. Ugh. I have always known that family comes first…! How fucked up of me to forget that.
• Forsaken my studies. Failures here and there. Cutting classes and shit. Late submissions—all for him. Fuck that. That was really stupid of me.
• Food. I love eating, but ever since I went out with that guy, I realized that I didn’t have much time to enjoy what I eat nor even the ambiance of the place. Simply because we’re somehow ‘racing’. And if I had leftovers, I had to push myself to eat all of that because he asks (or forces) me to… There were countless times that I felt like throwing up already… I despise the fact that I didn’t stand up to him or something; to think that I even let a guy control how I eat! DAMNATION.
• Going out. I let him drag me along like some rag doll. Every time that me and that certain ex of mine go out, we ‘run’ around the place as if we’re always in a rush—when in fact there’s no need to! I just never had time to breathe! I pleaded numerous times for him to slow down but he never did. What an asshole. HAHA. So at times, I just walked slowly, letting him walk ahead in that brisk fashion… The bastard never stopped nor slow down to wait for me even if I called out. Once again, he really is an asshole, yeah? I think this was dumb because the normal me would have just left him then and there and just went home. It was also mindless of me to not have dumped this inconsiderate ex sooner.
• My voice. I let him drown my voice. I let him treat my thoughts as pure nonsense and tomfoolery. I let him have his way in thinking that he’s always right when I know for myself that he was completely wrong. (Way to go, ‘past me’ for making that jerk think that he’s absolutely on the top of the world or something.)
• Jealousy. ‘Nuff said. That was a very dark time for me. LOL. And I’m not proud of that. I never will be.

Making this list was a bad idea. It really is. Because first it exposes how dumb I could really get when ‘in love’. LMAO. And second, making this list annoys me so much since it makes me realize that I was that gullible; losing myself completely over some guy, forgetting my identity, my worth, and my freakin’ principles.

But anyway, I made this list because I think it will mostly do me good as well. It will serve as my little reminder to never make these same mistakes again.

Lesson learned. Lesson learned, indeed.

There are those people who might have forgotten their BB or iPhone’s settings, or whatever. That’s fine. That’s understandable. But. There are also those people who do it on purpose.

Oh shucks. Yeah dude, I know, okay? It’s your life. It’s your blog. It’s your own fucking preference. BUT… ALL THE FUCKING TIME?

WHAT. THE. FLYING. FUCK?
Why?

Does it shorten your life span every time you hit the rotate button?
Is your side of the world rotated in some way?
Are we supposed to have a personal relationship with your photo’s orientation?
Do you gain personal gratification for making us suffer?

Oh, so I see.
It’s where you get your best angle for your god damn face.
‘Cause it makes you look thinner. It magically hides that double chin you’re trying to hide. It prevents people from wholly noticing your humongous nose. Your horrible lips. Your puffy cheeks. Your unibrow. Your blemishes.

Dude, you aren’t fooling anyone here.
Embrace your shit. Or better yet, go and Photoshop your face if you think it doesn’t have a chance for the outside world to see and criticize. Then after that, please make sure it’s in the right vertical position for fuck’s sake. Save us the damn trouble, would you?

Oh, wait. What did you say? You’re asking if it’s too much trouble for us to tilt our heads? Wow. How about this. If you really like it that way, then how about we twist your head a bit, yeah? It could work for the both of us. Really.

/ends PMS

astropenguin:

its-dicksssstine:

chelseascottxo:

OUCH. LOOOL

OHMYGOD WIN LOLLL

WOULD DEFINITELY DO THIS WHEN MY HATERS MAKE A COMEBACK! LOL

(Source: fulloflittlewhitelies)

I see a pattern here… and I think I have an idea as to where this is going.
And I ain’t happy about it. I’m all for friendship but you’re on a different and whole new level. The hell. I know I may be a bit green-minded for a woman and we’ve agreed on something but this ain’t cool, bro. Fuck you.