I will die when soccer starts.
I want to sleep in steven’s bed every night.
I want it to be summer.
I want this baby to stop abusing me.
I want to be skinny again.
I want this baby to be here already.
I will never get over it.
I will never be okay with it.
I wish that I could sleep.
I am exhausted.
I am fairly miserable.
I don’t recommend every becoming pregnant.
I want to go on vacation.
I want to go to the beach.
I want this storm to stop.
I want my room to be cold.
I am sick of being hungry.
I want everything to be back to normal.
I can be done complaining now.
plot twist: tumblr actually waits to get full information on something before reacting to it, and then acts in a civilized and mature manner
i really wanna kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates but i also sort of want to light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk
Wtf is even a yowie
I think that’s when you stub your toe