(Source: jealousmiiiinds)
In other news,
I found out that I went up a pants size today.
—and then I came home and ate two meals consecutively, because I hadn’t eaten all day.
(Source: fearlessknightsandfairytales, via just-keep-on-breathing)
One of my old roommates (the only one I ever really, truly disliked) is complaining about how her boyfriend, who lives an hour away, is sick, and how she feels helpless.
Bitch, please.
My boyfriend, whom I’ve known for 8+ years, lives ~2 hours away from me at all times. We both have jobs. We hardly talk to each other, because he’s an engineering major and is always in class, doing homework, and volunteering with Habitat for Humanity or working.
This girl, on the other hand, has no job. I’m fairly certain her boyfriend doesn’t either. During the school year, they don’t spend more than an hour and a half apart unless they’re sleeping. They just spent like a week+ on vacation together visiting his family in Illinois.
It just frustrates me that this girl complains about her ‘situation’ when she really doesn’t have a leg to stand on. I can’t stand it when people complain about little things.
