Real talk.

hello, i'm ashley.
& i'm not ordinary.

never post on here. need to vent

i fucking hate today

i have been studying for about four days for this fucking practical, and when it finally comes the time to take it, i fucking bomb it.  i fucking forget everything i learned.  i fucked up, big time.  this all fucking sucks so fucking much.  i fucking hate this injury so fucking much.  i can’t stand my brain or anything else.  

the interview was on karl’s two years since he passed away.  i couldn’t answer the questions right.  i couldn’t be me.  my head was somewhere else.  karl, was one of my best friends…. and he has been gone for two years.  and this job was something i really needed and wanted.  but no.  of fucking course i don’t get it.  but you do.  fuck you.  everything always go great for you.  fuck you.  i hate how shit works so fucking great for you.  all the fucking time.  i work so much harder than you.  but no.  

why are you complaining about this? you don’t know what a real injury, or illness, or anything in that matter is.  really? its not that big fucking deal.  you’re acting like something fucking devastating happened to you.  you’re such a fucking baby.  like do you understand what the fuck i went through? actually i am stil fucking going through this shit.  my brain is fucked up.  and you worried about something so fucking stupid.  holy shit.  

i can’t deal with anything anymore.  i want to go home.  i want to run.  i want to fix everyhting.  i want shit to go my way for once.  help me out. someone. cause i can’t deal with this anymore

20 lbs here i come.  going to buy dieting pills the weekend too.  started working out today. 39 days to lose 20 lbs.  about 3-4 lbs every week.  about half a pound a day.  

determined.

20 lbs here i come.  going to buy dieting pills the weekend too.  started working out today. 39 days to lose 20 lbs.  about 3-4 lbs every week.  about half a pound a day.  

determined.

(Source: boneydreamskeletonightmare, via jmonzz)