I just cried on day 3. I so badly want to say fuck this and just curl up in bed and cry. But I finished my workout. Tears and all. I didn’t do that great. But I did it.
Just finished day two. Please kill me. I had to keep stopping. I’m mad at myself. Cold shower. Shake. Sweet sweet bed.
#gotta keep going
I’m not sure how a simple fitness test can make you sore… But I’m fucking hurting. Gonna stretch it out and start day two.
So I finished day one. Did the fit test. Guess what? I ain’t fit. That shit was hard! Afterwards I got in the shower and had to shave my legs… That was another workout on its own. (my shower is the size of a small, small closet) anyway, I drank my shake and now I am gonna dread tomorrow’s workout.
That is all.
So I just bought insanity. This will be a fitness blog in 3-5 business days. Now I will go and mentally prepare myself for the misery that is to come.
i hate how you’re just born out of nowhere and you’re forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job what if i wanted to be a duck
toxicrants: Don’t say you’ll ‘treat a girl like a princess’ unless you’re prepared to follow up on that shit. If I’m not living in a castle by the sea with diplomatic powers over a small country then you’re a bitch-ass liar.
I hate recipes that require like 40 weird ass ingredients. I only have eggs, milk, flour and sugar I have no time or money to look for your 3 cups of baby dragons saliva.
It was on a Monday morning that I realized I loved you.
And when Tuesday came around, I discovered the fear that came with it.
It must have grown while I was dreaming of you.
And on Wednesday, when I knew you were gone, it was sadness that filled.my heart.
Not because I was lonely again, but because I didn’t have the courage to whisper it to you while buried in your arms.
So I will let it rest. I will let it grow.
I’ll leave those words hidden on my tongue.
Never to slip out.
I don’t want you to be like the rest; only fools rush in.
Only fools paint their lips with things like this.
If you tell yourself you are beautiful and present yourself in such a way, then soon people begin to see it too.
- me: The best part of waking up....
- Jacqui: .....is fingers in your vag
I’ve gone to the edge with you. Or at least my edge… My end of the rope. I just want to close my eyes and remain oblivious. Sometimes being naive makes things easier to swallow.
I’m gonna disappear… And it’s gonna feel so good.
You must have some inkling of how badly I crave you.
I lie down alone and let my hands.mimick yours.
When your absence becomes unbearable, I have to pretend your next to me. Only then can I reach the top. Only then can I let go.
It is you. I desire no other touch.
Nothing compares to the way you love me. Nothing can satiate me except for you.
I’m a fool. I’ve said it countless times before.
But I keep falling for your same old tricks.
I keep tripping in and out of love with you.
I thought you were different. I thought you could handle the simple task of keeping my heart safe.
But in your hands, you only seem to bruise it.
And I don’t know how to ask for it back without you damaging it completely.
Did I mention that I feel lost without your constant reassurance?
I’ve been reminding myself that everything is bound to fade, but when ghosts come walking back into my life, I only want to hold onto you.
I can’t love my past, I’m not able to hold onto it. I cant rest my lips against it, I’m not foolish enough to reopen old wounds.
But when I begin to forget what the sound of your voice is like, it sends me spiraling into the dark.
You were my light.
Now I wander hallways, only finding my way back with scabbed fingertips and the sound of my own heart.
The way it beats sounds like disappointment.