But I have a lot of personal stuff on this blog so I’m not deleting it. My queque has pictures in it, but I mean it’s only because I’m too lazy to delete them. So yeah, new name bangarang- 

When did I become so unhappy? I want my future now. I want to be hopelessly in love with someone who loves me back. I want to move to Utah with my husband who loves me everyday. I want to be a dentist, or a psychiatrist, or an actress. I want my vintage kitchen with an orange stove. I want love. I want it. I want to go to Julliards. I want to be happy. I want to wake up next to my love, and cook him breakfast in the morning. I want to fall asleep next to someone who loves me back. I’m so fucking alone. I hate when people talk to me and they’re all like, “Oh you’re so pretty. How many guys are on you.” Blah blah blah. What the fuck does that matter? I want one guy. ONE FUCKING GUY, AND I CAN’T FUCKING HAVE HIM WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS. Positives, look at the positives - you have a family…with an alcoholic mom. Stop looking at negatives, please. Cheer up. Don’t you fucking cry now. Hold back those fucking tears. Stay strong. What are you even feeling? Depression? Heart break? Lonliness? Who knows.