A Heart too Big. And I swear to god I’ll find myself in the end Blah. I’m having another one of those stupid emotional hormonal days. I’m sick of feeling like a whale/penguin. I’m sick of everyone treating me like I can’t do anything because I’m pregnant. I’m tired of never getting any sleep because it’s hard to sleep when your stomach is the size of a large beach ball. I’m tired of getting so upset when I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend because we work opposite schedules, even though this is what we’ll have to do when the baby is born, and I know that but I’m not over it. I’m tired of crying for hours at a time when I listen to Konstantine by Something Corporate on repeat, not because it’s relative to my life at all, but just because I think being emotionally hormonal makes me realize how sad the song really is.
Blah. I’ll just go listen to Manchester Orchestra, Wash my babies clothes and think about the fact that soon I’ll at least have a little man to hang out with all the time, even if he can’t talk, he’ll probably understand me a lot better than anyone else. It’s Always You In My Big Dreams so true. (Source: cannibed420) I really love this song. (Source: Spotify) oh my goooooooooooooooooooddddddddddd. (via samilano) Forest gump was on so of course I watched it and cried like a baby the whole time. The Orlando baby shower was today, it really made me realize who my real friends are up here, and sadly there aren’t many. We sent out invites to at least 30 and only about 18 showed.
But the ones who came really are amazing wonderful people, so I’m glad I could share it with them.
I just really miss south Florida. I cried after my sister and Leanna left today cause I didn’t want them to go. :(
Also it doesn’t help that Kenny is my longest relationship and I really don’t know how to fit in with his family cause I’m so unlike them it’s insane. And I’m scared that’s going to frustrate him one day and he’s going to get sick of me.
Sigh. Pregnant emotions are the worst. I’m ready to get my backbone back. 32 weeks. Only 8 more weeks to go. I can’t wait to meet my son. It’s really going to be awesome.
Quit Firehouse. I’ve had enough, definitely reached my breaking point with them.
Now I’m over at the Hard Rock Hotel. It’s awesome, and it’s something until I move back down south. (via haileyabenojar) (Source: thoughtfulthinking, via heathermarieclark) Everyone and their mother is breaking up these days… Wtf. [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] yum. (Source: respectablelike) 28 weeks. :) thecdiaries:
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| | ARCHIVE RANDOM RSS23 year old girl with a love for the simple things in life. Perfect boyfriend, perfect friends, finding perfection in imperfection is what I strive for.
I enjoy cats, the ocean, writing, my son even though he isn't here yet, cleaning, harry potter, love, the 1920s, 1930s, 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, and learning new things.
I don't enjoy animosity, hatred and a lack of concern for fellow man.
This is just me. Take it or leave it. |