As far as things go I’m skinny and pretty and smart and really a nice person and I like doing it and I work and balance my budget and provide for myself and I’m also a pretty cool sister because I help my family out a lot so i’d say I’m a good person all around but sometimes I just feel boring as fuck and I want to kill myself. As I’m sitting here in my bed at 6:40 am wondering why I can’t fall asleep my mind drifts to other problems, and I wonder if I should ask my boyfriend if he thinks its weird that I don’t have any friends.. why don’t I have any friends? People seem to like me.. apparently everyone I work with does but I literally can’t remember the last time I just hung out or even talked to some of my friends without some pretense like wow, congrats on the baby! or some bullshit. When is the last time someone thought, id really like to talk to or hang out with krista? And its not that I’ve ever done anything to make anyone dislike me, I’m just boring as shit and therefore I am worthless to everyone. I want to move to some deserted part of the world so at least that would be an excuse for people to forget about me. I would make a damn good recluse. But if I’m going to go that far, I might as well just forget it and numb myself

There is a special place in hell reserved for people who puke under restaraunt tables

spring = depression

drinking because I have no friends

texting my boyfriend really barfy things like *kiss* bc i wont see him for another 3 weeks

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*sob*

what do you do with your hands while you’re hula-hooping?

Romantic comedies, hallmark cards, bouquets of flowers—all parts of a massive conspiracy aimed at making women believe that they need relationships in order to be happy in life. It’s radical anti-feminism. And we need a revolution.