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that annoying moment when someone doesn’t reply instantly when you need to know something.

lammgeist:

my babies !!

I’d really just like to have a pair of cuddly baby ratties. They are so cute and sweet and smart and I already love them.

(Source: nepeps)

Life is so frustrating when you’re completely unmotivated all the time.

I have so much to do for my store. I need to design the look of the site, create labels, price my items, figure out discounts, figure out shipping.
Then there is my $2000 visa.
I need to pay that off. Then pay for first aid level 2 training which is $650. I need to pay for my drivers test on Monday and hopefully pass. I have to pay Keith back.
Ugh.
To top off having to pay for all this I have to work at a understaffed dairy Queen during the day which is always busy. Four weekdays and Saturdays. Decorate cakes for as long as possible from 9am. Help when its busy. Be supervisor. Deal with idiot customers. Deal with immature highschool drama staff that can’t work. Deal with my personal stress.

Then there is my weight. I can’t diet because my anxiety and depression makes me crave food all the time like a security blanket. As for exercise I’m always tired so before work isn’t an option and after work exercise isn’t either because I’m exhausted from work.

It doesn’t help that I’ve called to try to schedule an appointment with a counsellor and they make you leave a message and still haven’t called back in 2 weeks. My mind is slowly deteriorating.

Me and my boyfriend fight all the time over the stupidest things because I’m so stressed which makes him stressed and in turn we stress each other out.

I know that soon I won’t have the strength to keep smiling and go on living. Its like I’m Ronald Wesley hanging from the flying car and my hands are too sweaty and Harry Potter can’t pull me up. Its just getting too hard.

peppermixed:

So… I’ll stop beeing an ass when people compliments me now. Sorry! 

Source “http://chibird.com

(via bullets-for-bitches)

I hate my family and I hate my job.

I tell my Babi how my friend’s husband will get me a job with his company I just have to go get my First Aid level 2 because it’s a good thing. She asks how much it is and I say $650 and she starts asking if I saved money ( I just found out I need the certificate today ) and starts screaming at me that I can’t save money and all this bullshit.

It’s times like this that makes me wonder if anyone actually fucking cares about my depression. I literally am ready to explode every fucking morning I have to show up to fucking work. Today annoying person #1 came at 8:58. I was literally 10minutes early ( I start at 9 ) and she STARTS AT FUCKING TEN OCLOCK I CANT STAND THIS HOLY SHIT.

showing my assistant manager my bestfriends blog because we’re hanging out and junk.

lol steph .

love you

so excited for saturday night drinking girls sleepover night with my bessiez gayla and stephagay.

ohstephyy:

got new bleach that works 60000000 times better and costs a lot less and dyed my hair lilac. then there were still some light green spots so i dyed it darker and will let it fade. it looks super blue in my phone but it’s purp. click for captions idk.

My bestfriends hair is going to all fall out soon.

This is me praying it doesn’t.

Strange Me

I’ve recently found out I have depression. I don’t know if it was good that I found out or not because every day I feel it getting worst. Its like I have no control over myself. My mind runs wild, I don’t sleep, I over eat, I have so much hate inside of me at times.

The good thing is I have amazing friends in my life that make everything feel okay. I know sometimes they don’t know how to help or understand what I’m going through but the thought that I can reach out to them at any moment keeps me going every day.

I just want to thank those people because without them I would be nothing. I love each one of you with all my heart.

ohstephyy:

help why am i in class

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why

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whyy

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help i’m melting

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i’m melted ehy hasn’t any1 called ofr help