Why do I ALWAYS get the the short end of the fucking stick.
The only thing I want for myself
is to have a job that pays well,
my own house to call home,
and my dog by my side.
Because I’m tired of hearing what people think I can’t do.
Trying to fill my head with doubts.
One day I’ll have my dream of being on my own and able to give myself everything I’ve ever wanted because no one is going to do it for me.
I can think of nothing that would make me happier.
We Love You Too!
I had a dream that I took Tom Hiddleston home to meet my parents & we were going to spend the night. We were going to sleep in my old bedroom & my parents came up to me and said “Don’t do anything in our house!”
So, Naturally I rock his world and my parents found out.
When I woke up this morning… I told my Mom, and I told her “I know it was a dream, but for real, I would have told you to get the fuck out. That’s my dream man, of course I’m gonna rock his world. Whether you like it or not!”
AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT SHE SAID:
"Well, Why would I care?…. besides I WOULD HAVE STOLE THAT HOT MAN AWAY FROM YOU"
I’m so emotionally drained from this past few months that my brain shuts down and I can’t feel anything anymore.