#also yes i’m going to be going without antidepressants for 24 hours because i’m stupid and the pharmacy is closed now because i did not plan

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Tomorrow’s to do list:

A fuckload of laundry

Wipe down everything (especially the windowsill where Benji likes to walk around on his dirty paws even though he has a cushion to sit on up there)

Clean Benji because he will probably get himself covered in grass

Hand Benji and all of his things safely over to his dad

Pick up my prescription

VOTE

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Edibles

[victoriaschamberofsecrets]

Hey it’s Reilly. Remember how I used to rant about boys in high school on here? Well guess who’s back. Me. I’m here to rant about some more bitches. In case you didn’t know me, I’m a well-established hoe who doesn’t trust anyone ever. I decided to take a chance on some boy and it did not work out well. AM I SURPRISED? No. Did I mean to capitalize that whole sentence? Also no. I’m halfway drunk still. Woke up for some reason at 4 AM. I don’t want to go back to sleep. I would like the rest of the world to wake up for me. I’m having a bad day. Can’t they just wake up on my simple command? Imagine if I was like an Egyptian Queen or something and I just woke up at 4am and decided that it was time to start the day. That would be really dramatic. I would totally wake everyone in the town up though. That’s very me. Hey, Reilly, why are you talking about Egypt and shit? I don’t know. I did a lot of questionable things within the last 24 hours(send train emojis to my second ex, text some guy I used to hookup with and snapchat a really ugly picture of me to some other guy I used to hookup with). The only thing I don’t regret is moving the fuck out of my boyfriend’s hotel (internship) and starting a new life without him. Listen, I’ve been depressed (like hardcore skipping work and sleeping instead) for the past week and that shit ends now. I’M FUCKING DONE. Did I mean to capitalize that sentence? Yes. It was for effect. #English. Yeah I’m an English major. The funny thing is in the movies everyone that’s an English major gets a job writing for some hot shot newspaper or writes the next big hit novel before 20. Oh my god that bothers the shit out of me. Not only is my major fucking useless but also I’m pretty useless. I couldn’t even keep an internship for a whole summer. Go figure. Now that I’m single though I feel like I have so many possibilities. I have all the possibilities. Also I have all the outfits to do the possibilities because I’ve been online shopping at 4am. Why? I don’t know. I got this confidence out of nowhere. But I’m going to Gainesville tomorrow and I don’t have a job or anything useful to do besides go on a diet and work out. I will be drinking a lot but I’m hoping omelettes and late night showers are enough to cure my hangovers. Also hopefully I don’t cry in the middle of middletown. That would be awkward. Anyway, back to my future. I thought for a while about going to Switzerland to teach English bc hello laid back lifestyle and basically all the money I make I can travel on the weekends with. I gave that shit up and thought about moving to California with my boyfriend bc he was going to get a job at Google. Guess who didn’t get the job. Am I surprised? NO. This bitch is lazier than me and I’m like dude you’re not an English major you can’t fuck shit up like this. I don’t really like no motivation in guys. The only thing I liked about this boy in particular was his body TBH. Not his dick. Because I’ve done a lot better most of the time. Just his body. Made me realize that I’m not into skinny little twerps anymore. But I’m also not into muscly dudes who think its okay to invite girls to middletown and buy them a drink because they know they have a nice body. Am I bitter? Can you tell? Honestly I’m ready to fuck shit up. But also I know that if I get crazy then he can justify me breaking up with him. So.... What do I do instead? Nothing, my friends. My absence will be noted more than my presence and I’m rather fucking okay with that idea. I do emotional revenge shit not some fucked up shit like slash his tires or something. I would love to have my mom’s clients rough him up though. Actually thinking that may be a good idea. But I know deep down it’s not. And emotional revenge hurts more than physical. That’s how I do. Anyway, about my life because we’re mature bitches and I move past betrayl. So I’ve been depressed for like two years now. Had to go back and edit that. bc I said one year and then I was like wait.. no it’s been 2. Why am I so fucked up? I don’t know. It’s definitely Genetics. Capitalize the genetics because its the devil. Apparently my aunt is depressed and my cousins are high key on addy. Also dat granma got hospitalized for being addicted to Valium which was a thing back in her day but honestly she probably needed some sort of antidepressant. She’s just chillin now. Not leaving the house and shit. Just like my dad does. I told him to go to therapy but he doesn’t listen because I’m #young and I don’t #knowwhatI’mtakingabout. Except I do know what I’m talking about and he’s in denial that he’s depressed and has accepted that he has no friends and no life and thinks its cool to cheat on my mom with her best friend. You go dad. He totally avoided every “cheating bastard” conversation my mom and I had about Kurt yesterday. I’m very disappointed. Why are all the cats awake right now? Are they always up and about in the night time? Probably honestly. Cats are nocturnal. We all know that. But damn that’s hella cool. You fucking get lit in the dark at 4am on a Sunday. I’m fucking there for that. Go cats. Go Panthers. The hockey team. I like hockey. I brought my stupid ex boyfriend to hockey games. Fuck that. ALSO any boy I date from now on is paying for everything. I don’t give a FUCK about equality anymore because I would split checks for the sake of my independence. Fuck that. I’M FUCKING DONE. That’s what I said to Kurt when I broke up with him. He tried to blame shit on the fact that we weren’t going to last forever I’m like fuck that. We were having a grand time until drunk you decided to text some random girl and not me. I looked her up on Facebook btw. Jew nose. That’s all I have to say. And I also told him it’s sad that he can’t make it 6 months with anyone like damn son you were my shortest relationship The problem is not me. It’s you. And I told him I feel sorry for him. That he can’t trust anyone enough to open up. Hope that hurt. Probably not though. One day he’ll realize. And I’ll probably be married by then. Yikes. Why am I still drunk? I mean I’m coherent enough to write my every little thought so obviously I’m not super fucked. Wish I could write some fiction right now. But honestly it would probably be some passive aggressive story about how much boys suck. So I’m not going to do that. Omg I was editing my previous writing and forgot I was online shopping so I’m going to do that now. Note: It’s 6am. Made a $100 order from Tobi. I need a job. Honestly might work at Jimmy Johns for the time being. Because why not. It’s good money. And its cash which is chill. We shall see. Goodnight my friends. I go sleepy sleep.