AMEN SISTA. No but, really though. 

nuecommeunverre:

I get dressed up everyday, and I try and have fun and smile and surround myself with people that love me and laugh but nothing takes away that feeling of being unwanted

After a few moments of complaining about our “dull lives”, Marissa and I concluded life was a lot easier when we acted like idiots and hung out with people we knew were harmful and just didn’t care about anything. “Life becomes boring when you discover your morals”.

Yesterday I had the day off so I walked downtown here to go to the bank. It’s ridiculously hot here so I wore highwaisted shorts, no biggie, or so I thought. The amount of leers, comments and whistles I got while walking there and back was enough to make me want to vommit. They weren’t the general playful whistle’s that girls tend to get from construction workers etc etc, they were…crude. As I was leaving the downtown area I approached a large group of, well, less-than-professional looking young males. I braced myself for some more whistles and comments, as I had no choice, but to walk by them. What I was not prepared for was the hand that reached out and swatted my ass, or for my first instinct to be to turn around and grab him by the collar and call him a “low life fuck” and to tell him “if he ever touched me or any other female like that again I’d have him hung up somewhere by his balls”, or for him to laugh in my face, or for the hot angry tears that sprang to my eyes as I walked away. I cannot remember the last time I was so angry and I can only think of one other time in my life that rivals how violated I felt. So I walked home wondering why males are pigs and why they feel it is okay to behave this way. (If anyone tells me to not wear “such short shorts” if I don’t want this to happen…I can’t even)

My life seems to either go very badly or very well for months at a time, so right now I’m riding this random… “meh” period and I don’t know what to think about it. I guess I need to accept that life isn’t all drama, mystery and extreme in general. I need to learn to be content with normalcy and see it as a gift and not as boring.

I’m going to go walk around and explore “downtown” today. And deposit my first pay check. LOTSA DOLLA BILLS YO.

Remember me as a time of day, a passing moment, a lingering though, a sigh of contentment, remember me.

Cheese curds have to be among God’s most beautiful creations. Dying.

I forgot to do a before shot….awks.