Holy shit I am so burned from the sun bc I’m retarded and forgot to put sun screen on the back of my legs,( as if i had eyes in the back of my head)
my stomach is about to kill me with pain, (food poisoning, I’m sure)
my best friend is leaving the country to the middle east to meet her husband,(CRAZY shit ppl do!)
my mother is leaving me for a month, (sad, and loneliness) =’[
my ex keeps hate-subtweeting and sub-facebooking like a motherfucker (yet he calls to tell me how sorry he is for being a douchebag) fantastic!
I’m in the most perfect vacation spot yet i wish i was home, only bc i would wish to have hugged my most beloved ones goodbye, for now,
when anyone would be more than happy to get paid to spend the week at the beach. yet I’m in a weird calmness with only a hit of uneasiness that comes and goes every now and then.
insomnia is a fucking bitch and i don’t want to have kids until I’m 30-something (mark my words) married and full-time nanny arrangements lol
posh life is quite fabulous. :)
oh the life of the rich and famous is so contagious…
when i grow up i want to have a beach house.







