boys= nasty and dress bad
me= somehow still likes boys and is disappointed in myself and thinks i should do better
I have become so accustomed to turmoil that I have my worst anxiety when things are going well.
A picture of me flirting:
HELLO TUMBLR IM LITERALLY NEVER ON BUT MY BIRTHDAY WAS SATURDAY AND I MISS YOU
I’M 24 DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW OLD THAT REALLY IS?!?!
Although I wore a birthday crown with balloons tied to my waist all day trekking 10 hours through the city and literally no one thought I was beyond 21. I had guesses for 19, 21 and waaaaayyyyy tooooo many for 18. Not sure if that’s really a compliment though or not bc I want to look “sexy twenties avant garde.” There was a random creepy dude named Dave who was probably tripping balls or something who got a street performer to play happy birthday for me and talked to me and Lou for 5 minutes and then left abruptly never to be seen again.
Also I’ll probably continue my old blog bc livejournal basically is useless in 2014 and it’ll get me in the habit of writing out feels and memories and stuff so everyone on here doesn’t have to read 8 pages of sap and whining and stuff LMAO. But I miss the 2005 LJ craze where comments existed. I met a lot of close people through that site.
But my mega bday post will probably be on that!