February 2012
8 posts
I'm not sure how this happened.
How all the right circumstances were orchestrated so perfectly that now a good number of people are under the false belief that I cheated on my husband with my coworker.
Anyway, I’m not defined by them, right? I’m still trying to convince myself of this truth. Because I have trouble believing it.
Anyway, I’m depressed. So I’m going to bed.
everyone: are you okay
everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look confused
everyone: are you mad at me
everyone: what are you mad at
me: IT'S MY FAAAAAAAAACE
All this time I have been afraid to believe in...
I am disposable to you.
And no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do to reach out I am met with false hopes, soon to be followed by the stinging reminder that I’m not enough.
Today, I am going to embrace the Scarlett...
And bust it out.
Smack that, all on the floor! Smack that, give me some more—Jesus!
– Hye Sung (classyliving)
Prrrrreach, mah brotha!
Argh.
God-smacked.