Tag: stuff about me

Tag Game

I was tagged by @belabee! Thanks!

rules: tag fifteen people you would like to get to know better

  1. relationship status: Blissfully unattached 
  2. favourite colour(s): Purple, Black, Neon Green
  3. lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick
  4. three favourite foods: Lasagna, Veggie Pizza, Italian Ice
  5. last song i listened to: Florence + The Machine – Sky Full of Song
  6. last movie i watched: Deadpool 2 
  7. top three shows: oh lord I don’t even really watch TV anymore. Uhhhh…. Star Wars The Clone Wars, SPN, Dateline
  8. books im currently reading: Currently not reading anything. Too much writing I’m pretending to do.
  9. last thing i googled: american poetry louis simpson
  10. height: 5′6″
  11. time: 7:10 pm
  12. song stuck in my head: Marilyn Manson – Personal Jesus
  13. what are you wearing: Darth Vader t-shirt, ripped jeans, pitiful excuse for a ponytail
  14. how many blankets do you sleep with: Just one
  15. dream trip: Every amusement park in America during the Halloween season. All the haunts. All the roller coasters. (And probably also all of the blisters as a result.) 

I’m too lazy to tag. Consider yourselves tagged if you wanna do this. 

In other, highly shocking news, I hate my father. I’m never allowed to have my own fucking problems without hearing “welcome to my world” and bitching about his problems. 

Newsflash, asshole, my problems are because of you! If you weren’t abusive I wouldn’t be as fucked up as I am now! If you weren’t a useless drunk I wouldn’t’ve had to give up on everything I ever wanted. I don’t give a fuck that you did one thing two weeks ago, I’m picking up after you, doing your laundry, cooking your meals, fetching and carrying for you and literally everyone else in this house and I swear to god if people don’t start treating me with a little respect I’m going to lose my goddamn mind!

Fuck you, asshole! You ruined my life! If I want to complain about the fact that I can’t even have half a pot of coffee to myself I’m gonna fucking complain and you can shut your goddamn mouth because literally no one cares that your friends don’t listen to you. NO ONE listens to me. No one respects me. No one even thinks about what I need or want or do until I crash and the dishes pile up and I don’t move for 18 hours at a time. Eat a dick, dad. 

Whenever I see mutuals I haven’t talked to in a while like or reblog stuff I post or reblog I’m surprised. Like wow, you haven’t unfollowed me yet? Even though I’m an inconsistent disaster? You know you can right?

I probably shouldn’t complain but it has been an absolute shit year for my writing so far. I’ve posted about 25,000 words so far and landed myself a whopping 35 kudos.

Stand back guys, I don’t think I can handle all this productivity. /s

I wanna know who the fuck stole my will to write and which parking lot do I have to throw down in to get it back.