I randomly wrote a post talking about my past experiences with self-harming and suicidal thoughts earlier tonight.
I dunno what happened honestly. One minute I was watching cat videos on YouTube, the next I’m talking about those weird thingys called feelings.
The goal in the post is to hopefully help those feeling down themselves. A whole it gets better kinda deal. I’d like to post it but I’m a bit terrified being open with my past and talking about my emotions.
So what do you think guys? Would anyone care to read it? Should I post it? Or should I just go back to reblogging random crap and stop trying to be serious? :3
The fact that I have any followers left is kind of amazing.
Holllly shit I need to put that spark back in mine and Tumblr’s relationship! (I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry, I’ve just…been busy and, I dunno, but I still love you. <3)
To those of you still following my ass for some strange reason, allow me to love on you all creepily.
I will be around moar. Posting brotherly love like things and all that. ♥
This is what happens when I go to Target.
Dirty looks were given.
I regret nothing.
That awesome moment when you go to ihop and the cute waitress is totally into you.
That even more awesome moment when you find out her name is Samantha.
Samantha
Samantha
Sam
Sam
Sam
Needless to say I left my number.
So, my computer monitor decided to die on me today, and apparently my parents love me way more than I thought (or they just wanted to quickly put an end to my bitching.) because they went out and got me a new one tonight.
Holy fuck, this thing is huge.
HUGE.
Watching porn on this is going to be fantastic.
I mean, what?
So…it is absolutely 3:30 in the morning, I’ve been up for 20 hours, and instead of actually going to bed like a normal person I’m sitting here reading really kinky wincest fics and eating skittles.
I CAN’T GO TO SLEEP WHEN THERE IS PORN ON THE INTERNET OKAY.
My dad was looking for his phone of which I borrowed.
This is the conversation that took place.
Him: Where’s my phone?
Me: It’s on my desk.
Him: Alright, thanks.
Me: Hey! I can’t be held responsible for what my wallpaper may or may not be. JUST DON’T LOOK AT MY COMPUTER WHEN YOU GO IN! DON’T MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH MY COMPUTER!
Him: I’m looking at it anyway! And I’m shocked! It’s not two guys necking for once.
Oh, dad, you know me too well.
(That was shocking, actually. For once my wallpaper wasn’t Sam and Dean banging each other and was just Dean Smith looking sexy instead.)
Time to stop giving my blog a makeover and get serious.
I mean, I have things to do. Important things.
As in, catch up with the series I’m watching. Ten episodes. I’ll do this all night and into the morning if I have to.
(giggity)
Was having a nice little chat with my mother this morning, and by chat I mean debate. She was going on about how she doesn’t understand why people ship pairings that aren’t canon, and after a while of trying to calmly explain this to her, I finally screamed “BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT FANDOMS DO!”
She didn’t understand this, but I’m still proud of myself.
I feel like I’ve won this round.
Me: 1
Mother: 0
So my mom totally just came into my room to ask me how I’m feeling, since I’m sick and all. On the outside I’m just like oh, hello mother, please do come in, I don’t mind. I’m feeling a bit better thank you so much for asking.
But on the inside I’m just like shit shit shit close down your wincest fic you don’t need your mother seeing you write gay porn bring up tumblr or something oh god why did I do that that was a horrible idea of COURSE there would be porn on the first fucking page okay bring up spotify and let’s hope the album artwork for the song I’m listening to isn’t weird oh thank god it’s not thank you spotify.
Lucky for me I’m pretty sure she didn’t see my manic clicking around.
I think she’s learned not to make eye contact with my computer. Just look away. Smile and look away and pretend you don’t have a horrible daughter.
