I’ve spent my entire morning crying, throwing up, trying to eat, trying to drink anything, and trying to stay awake because I haven’t been sleeping, eating, or getting enough water.
Now I gotta go work and look like I’m not dead, let’s see if I can pull this off.
I don’t know how much more bad stuff I can take before I completely break apart these last couple weeks have been complete hell and it won’t stop why won’t it stop
hello i made a video about the recent ~youtube sex scandal~ stuff and how the underlying cause is violence against women
So I actually haven’t reblogged any videos about this whole thing that’s been happening with certain YouTube content creators because it’s been a lot of talk about what consent is (important to have those discussions, though) and how the YouTube community isn’t all about this. Olga addresses the point I’ve been waiting for someone to bring up this entire time.
I woke up and I couldn’t breathe there was phlegm or something over the opening of my windpipe and I sat up and I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t clear my throat for about 45 seconds I felt like I was actually going to die someone please come watch me sleep because I’m so scared now
when you cant find your mom at the store
when your mom forgets something in the aisles so she makes you wait with the groceries at the check out and the cashier is looking at you to pay
Holy shit the context for these photos is that this woman was attacked by a self identified “prankster” and was probably fucking terrified because a strange man TACKLED HER. CAN YOU NOT USE THE PHOTOS FROM AN ASSAULT AND ITS AFTERMATH FOR YOUR SHITTY COMEDY GOOD BYE THANK YOU
IT TASTES LIKE THE COLOUR GREY, that’s so accurate, oh my god.
Wanted: a way out of this goddamn life
Today I got yelled at by a customer, another had me on the phone for an hour despite the fact that I am not tech support, and at one point there were no less than 6 screaming children in the store.
But then someone bought me dinner and took me to see Maze Runner and didn’t mind when I hit his leg when I saw the Hobbit trailer and then we fell asleep in front of my house for a bit because he couldn’t go inside because Anabelle is asleep in my living room
Fuckin…yes thank you more of this
Dude, I need to find some kind of happy medium because this is ridiculous. I even know how to make one, I just don’t have a machine that can make foamy milk. I should buy one, actually.
Social anxiety makes me feel like I’m screwing up my ability to live the life I want, which blows. I’m getting better at telling someone how I feel about them (not just romantically), but I feel like a dick for complaining about service or a drink or food.
Like, real talk, I ended up leaving INO for good like this week because the way the last two 2nds have made me feel as a person and an employee just hurt. I didn’t work with Bri enough to make up for it, but I stayed so long because she’s the best and I was afraid to make a formal complaint because I didn’t want to seem whiny. I was having anxiety attacks before work because of these bitches. All because I’m too scared to speak up.
Do you work only nights and weekends? Because even when I close, I’m out by 9:30 at GameStop. And I can actually do stuff like see you and Sarah and all my friends that I haven’t been able to see or talk to much because I’ve been such a busy mess.
PotterFacts 7/404 | The Chamber of Secrets
"Gilderoy Lockhart is the only Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher to have no connection at all to Voldemort."
That’s because even Voldemort has a certain demand for skill and competence
that was the sickest burn i have ever seen
Ways you can tell I’m socially anxious:
Girl fucks up my Starbucks order and I just add sweetener to it until it’s drinkable
So before this dude came over tonight he said he was going to buy some shit for us and I was like hell yeah and then he said I could keep what we didn’t smoke and I was like awww better than flowers tbh
So I’m waiting for him to show up with like an eight maybe and he pulls out a fuckin jar with an ounce and gives it to me (HE BOUGHT THE JAR FOR ME TOO AND IT’S METAL AND SO PRETTY) and then he buys me a frostee from Wendy’s and I feel like this might be how I meet my future husband because god. damn. that is one hell of a courting technique