This all about how I’m going to die alone. Then I tell you to suck it.

Ooooohhhhh, girl. (And guys? If any dudes read this? Does anyone even read this anymore? Probably not.)

I. Am. A. Disaster. I basically had an emotional breakdown yesterday and cried more tears than I’ve cried in probably the last six months combined. I have no idea what exactly happened, but it was a MESS. I got set off by the song Wanted by Hunter Hayes on the radio on my way home from work.

And then the tears basically didn’t stop for more than like 28 minutes at a time for the rest of the night. I spent 4 hours watching depressing music videos on YouTube, which then lead to me watching old sad dances from So You Think You Can Dance. And crying until 2:30 in the morning. 

WTF is my life!?!?

So anyway, I woke up this morning determined to lock it the fuck up. Made myself some pancakes for breakfast. I’m going to get a massage today. I’ma take my happy ass self to lunch. I’m contemplating going to a movie all by myself. Pretty sure my meltdown, pathetically, had something to do with me truly believing I may spend the rest of my life alone. So today, my intentions are two fold. One, I plan to take my ass out of seclusion in my apartment where I can actually interact with folks, thus really upping the odds of me maybe meeting some weirdo who would like to spend time with me and end my lonely sad girl days. And two, show myself that I’m a fucking great time. So what if I spend the rest of my life alone!? I’m a joy to be around. So everyone else can suck it.

God bless it, I drop by here once a month and now I’ve just told you all to suck it. WHY DON’T MORE PEOPLE WANT TO READ THIS!?!??!?

 

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