MOVING! New Tumblr!

if you still want to follow me, which i totally understand if you don’t, then please unfollow this blog and follow

http://emilyisneurotic.tumblr.com/

please, and thank you.

c:

and if you’re wondering why i’m making a new one, it’s because i kind of want to start fresh and stuffs. this one was kind of a big fail, so.

buhbye <3

wow, i really need to just vent.

ahaha well, to start off i’m sick of my bipolar mom. she can fucking be screaming at me for a half hour, and then she’ll do something else for a couple seconds, and then turn back around and smile like nothing just happened.

and not to mention the fact that i can freggin’ never get on xbox because my parents are tv hogs. they don’t even use it at all and i asked if i could put it in my room, and of course they said no. well then what’s the point of it being in the living room huh?

and then there’s my sister. she had her fourth abortion yesterday. and she’s only 19. freaking get birth control or some shit, because i’m sick of crying about this. i’m tired of getting my hopes up that you might actually keep it, and then you say you will, and then like three fucking days later you get an abortion. just oh my god. ha.

and of course there’s my stepfather, who’s just an asshole and obviously hates me. and i keep telling my mom that he does but she just insists that he doesn’t hate me and that he loves me and wants to adopt me. FUCK THAT. i am not letting you adopt me. i hope the kid has a say in that, and if they don’t well. fuck. 

but he went hunting today, and he goes everyday, and i just fucking hate hunting because you’re killing innocent animals. they don’t deserve to die just because you think it’s fun.

wow ever since i became friends with Grace i started hating the human race even more. they’re just all slowly starting to annoy me. with the exception of a few people. but most people are just so selfish and retarded and don’t realize what a gift life is. 

and i officially feel better.

My name is Emily. I fear rejection. I don't take criticism well, but I ask for it anyways. I have the habits of a slob. I'm neurotic. I like to scream at the top of my lungs. I like it when people listen to me. I love to tell people things, personal things, in hopes that they'll have some sort of reassurance. I laugh at the worst of times, and I don't like rain.

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