it’s not the size of the hammer, it’s the nail you’re throwing it at
Jebus, Mary, and Holy St Joseph…
I really need someone to just actually, 100% fancy me.
I know I’m no oil painting, but I’m not visually offensive!
seriously, why are all the men insane?
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I AM OFFICIALLY OFF MEN. LEAVE ME ALONE
I know that in the grand scheme of things it’s a very small problem, hell, even in the relatively small scale of my own problems it’s minuscule, but I’m gutted so fuck off.
is it cooler if I pretend I did it playing video games like all the cool girls do?
is still, like, a month away, so I really think people should get over it.
if you’re in a relationship, you’re obviously going to be thinking about gifts etc, but if you’re single, just SHUT UP.
all you’re doing, by talking about it incessantly, is making yourself seem desperate, pathetic, and fucking annoying, which btw, I don’t think anyone is looking for in a partner!
it’s fine, cry about it on the actual day, I sure as hell will be, but for now, just concentrate on something that actually affects you?