sashay away in Riverdale

  • Jan. 11, 2015, 6:52 p.m.
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etflix Rupauls Drag Race. LOVE THIS SHOW.love me a good nflix binge.

I love how they are so empowered funny witty enthusiastic and creative and fun. Its nice to see femininity embraced. Since lately I’ve been so over being a woman. Just all thosr articles about raoe women’s issues and “opinion” articles on Facebook that are disempowering and blaming of women and the whole Bill Cosby bullshit gets to me. The dudes a fucking rapist. Fet w it.

So its nice to embrace the lighter side of it all.

I thought I might be lonely but I’m not too shabby.;)

My moms going on w her trials and tribulations. Ugh. I can hardly be that sympathetic anymore since she hardly really gives a rats ass about me half the time and when she does its because she wants my soul in return. I am just so over it most of the time. It actually sort of makes me grin inside because I’m so used to her lectures and cold shoulders and brush offs and insults ans critisms while most of the time she goes on like her life and she is damn perfect. So its nice to see Im not the only one but also see that nothing is what it seems. And I am better prepared and more resilient than my mom because I’ve had to be all my life. Of course I’m not that cols hearted I do feel bad but I also know I am her daughter not her friend all the time or her therapist. I have my own therapist coping skills and friends so she should find her own ways too instead of leaning on me like a crutch all the time. Shes lucky that she has me as a daughter for being so empathetic and caring and helpful. Plus my moms kind of a drama queen at times so I can’t take all her lil mini crisis seriously. Theres always something with her. Usually very minor things..

L, my god. Its getting easier. Technically been three weeks since contact. Aint nobody got time for him. ;) it Still hurts and sucks but part of it is like this:
What the fuck do I, no really do I h ave to say to him?
Nada really.
. What haven’t i already said?
Nada really.
What CAN I say?
Nada really.
What DO I wanna say to him?
NADA REALLY.
What IS there to say?
Nada really.
What is the point?
No point.
What makes a difference?
NOTHING

So this is the phase of let it be. Not for hI’m but for me. I need my space to breathe. I don’t know what to believe.

Fuck it.fuck it.fuck it.

Anyways otherwise a good night. I’m happy to be on my own. I don’t care for company. It don’t bother me.

Gniggt bitches. ;)
Ciao for now


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