I Do Not Send Cute/Sexy Photo’s

While I was looking at some old photo’s of mine. I found some funny ones I would send to my boyfriend trying to “be cute”. As you will soon see, I am a total failure at the cute/sexy selfie. I just can’t take it seriously! If I think about it, I can’t help but feel weird. And then I start feeling goofy, and then I think of models and how they always look perfect. Seriously how do they get there face to make those expressions! I just feel that I was way more flirty in my teenage years and that it didn’t stick. I’m now a awkward 25 year old adult, that would rather send goofy awkward photos then any sexy or perfectly cute one any day. And I know I’m not the only one or at least I hope so.

Nightmare + Car Accident

I was in a car with what I assume were friends. Though I don’t remember who they were or there faces. I was in the back sit. We were on the highway, we were all laughing and having fun. I was holding my left arm close to my body with my right hand. I’m not sure why. I went to look down at my left arm, with a puzzling expression on my face. As I did I remember time slowing down, noise

Stressed Out?

We’ve all had those days where we are stressed, depressed or the blahs. Where we feel the world is ending and no one else gets it.

Do you need someone to send you a kitteh pocolips?

How I figured out I was Bi

When I was in elementary school, I remember having lots of crushes on boys. I swear I would have a new crush every week, but being a child I knew nothing about the world of love. I also didn’t know anything about other relationships aside from the straight couple examples that I would see everywhere.

But I would have close relationships with girls, but only a couple. I look back on it now and see that I preferred deeper connections with a small amount of girls I knew and sillier ones with the many boys I befriended. I always remembered thinking “boys make better friends then girls”. As a child this made sense to me, if a boy stopped talking to me that was fine because I had more to talk to and laugh with. But if a girl stopped talking to me, it would bother me, I remember dwelling on it. Am I ugly? Am I not girly enough? Am I not fun? Why did she stop talking to me? As a child, I guess I always thought I would end up with a boy anyway, and ending up with a girl never crossed my mind. So maybe I thought the relationships between the two should be different? I’m not 100% sure…