About me
I am a girly girl that loves boy-ily things. Currently residing in NYC where passion is deep and forever wavering.

Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening. - Coco Chanel

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hide yo shit

If you have an overbearing mother like mine, one of the few things you may have learned over the years that she’ll rifle through your things without a care or regards to your privacy. So what is a girl to do? 

Hide shit inside the bra you’re wearing. God forbid, she starts fondling boobs. 

Angry rants about crap and more CRAP!

It is convenient to have someone else do my laundry, cooking, cleaning, and other domestic crap that one has to do. After living on my own, I learned to appreciate my home, my family…mainly my parents cause they’re the ones doing the “domestic crap.” I knew moving back home means that I would lose my freedom and everything that I wanted to get away from. Funny that I went back to the same place that I wanted to get away from. the fuck =.=

After 2-3 months of playing sitting duck, I want to move out again. I hate it here, it’s absolutely unbearable. It is unbearable because everyone is so busy making excuses for the crap in their life and have persuaded themselves to sit around and wait for the next best thing. I hate moping and I hate sad people. Why are people sad? There’s so much to be happy about and everyone is a gigantic ball of tear drops. I just realized that my problem is people. I don’t know where the fuck did I get the idea that I will someday become a psychologist and cure depression. That is impossible. Just get high - smoke some pot, bitches. 

I can’t sit here and listen to your sappy stories. I can’t sit here and suggest a “solution” that is very rational, safe, and easy to do if no one fucking does it. No one does “it” because they are afraid of what might happen when they run out of excuses to hide behind. Heck, people are afraid to be happy. Because they don’t know what to do when they are happy…for once.

Screw trying to make everyone happy. Screw social protocols because I hate having to play nice when in reality, I hate your fucking guts and wish you dead. And screw keeping up with this facade that I am actually a nice person.

Now I feel better. Let’s go drink. 

This whole post is a bunch of baloney.