cool girl

as someone who was very avidly in the tcc during my teenage years, i feel like the drama is something only those who are able to relate to emma in this manner can enjoy fully. it’s something i am ashamed about and the movie has essentially confirmed that telling people this stain in my past is a bad idea. these people who have just never experienced this that are trying to analyse her character will never be able to accurately understand her psyche and it rubs me the wrong way when they think they do

AND I HAVE TO SHOWER STRIKE ME DOWN NOW

ate a strawberry and chocolate waffle and feel ill from how sickly it tasted. have to be in the office by 8:45 tomorrow. bruh i’m gonna kms

every time i drink alcohol my bowels start moving and i can actually poop. this is really concerning actually; i keep pooping at other people’s houses when i’m at parties and even at the club i poop. it’s like i can’t hold it in and it just slips right out.. crazy. maybe i should start carrying some wipes with me because i’m really sick of dry wiping in these situations (which seem to be happening more often)

just shaved my pubes after god knows how long at 2am after i felt them reading manga. feeling like a new and liberated woman with a smooth hooch

i was also wearing my nice thong despite knowing i would face some kind of butthole trial so kudos to me for that act of bravery

went to a house party bloated asf. took a dump there TWICE. still had to shit when i got back home.

oh my god my butthole is on fire

just ate some buldak and my stomach bubbling and my farts are hot. hope i don’t shit my pants

just woke up upside down in my bed, half my face covered in drool and contacts still in. this is the life (of a bum maybe)

today, i was called something nobody has ever said to me before and it was the nicest thing someone has ever said about me. i can’t remember exactly what i was described as, it might have been enthusiastic, but that doesn’t sound right even though i can’t really remember what i was described as. i just remember it made me feel the happiest i have in a long time.

had a career coaching session today but it turned into me trauma dumping about my ex boyfriend and his friends. thank you evil boys for the everlasting ptsd you’ve given me that has somehow carried into my work life ❤️

oh man i’m trying to eat rice cakes when i get hungry so i don’t eat a carb heavy meal and get fatter but good lord these stale shits are horrid. how did i crave these when i was skinny.. what was wrong with me..

my guilty pleasure is watching those ai stories on youtube whilst i eat, you know the ones where it’s like my husband ethan winters hates me but i’m a time traveler and beat him up and now he has stockholm syndrome

come back to me, please. i never wanted things to turn out like this.

today, february 14th, marks one year since i broke up with my boyfriend. i wonder what he is doing today. it may be selfish but i hope he is thinking of me. he never did reach out to contact me after coffee. i don’t think he cares about me anymore. i was going to say it’s okay but it’s not really, not when i care about him so much. a call or a text is all i ever wanted. even if it was just him cursing me out, at least i’d get to hear his voice again.