Apparently this is how I’m going to be spending my day.
I find myself up at 7, after getting off work at 10:45 last night, because apparently parents find out about graduation the Monday before they happen and have to switch my schedule without asking me.
Oh, wait, that’s wrong.
It’s because I’m the store bitch.
I am wide awake five hours before I need to be and I’m already angry at the world.
Dear self, please get your shit together.
“There is a possibility I’m wearing a dress to work tomorrow. Definitely going to strike a match to the place.”
“Lol sounds about right”
“Mmmmhmm. So if you see giant clouds of smoke, you will know.”
“I will enjoy reading the paper article, ‘reclusive cat lady in training loses mind earlier than expected.’”
“Oh please make sure that’s what it says!”
I have the greatest friends. Although I should be worried that everyone is so calm about me threatening to burn places down…
But me I’m not a gamble
You can count on me to split.
The love I sell you in the evening
By the morning won’t exist.
Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via uglypoem)
(Source: niiiiiicolaaa, via causetimeneverwaits)
I’m sick of this job. I’m tired of being walked over. I hate that I’ll help anyone with anything, and I always ask if they need help with what they need to do, yet no one ever asks if I need help. I have to beg to get any help around here, and even then I wind up doing it myself.
I’m tired if being the only one who does my job, but everyone else gets praise. It’s exhausting.
It’s time for a new place of work.
Any time I am so close to being happy everything is just ripped away from me.
Who did I piss off in a previous life to deserve this?
-Sister Joan Chittister (via thenewwomensmovement)
(Source: stfuprolifers, via dessous-noir)
Take a look now! About 12 inches gone. It’s so freeing.
Oh look, it’s Alyssa with long hair. Actually, my hair grew quite a few inches since that picture.
Tonight I made the mistake of listening to a song I once loved.
It brought back so many feelings and emotions I thought I had buried. I spent the next few minutes nearly sobbing.
Maybe I’m not as okay as I thought.
Fire Exclamation Mark by Vaughn Pinpin [tumblr | store]