Real n*gga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
D*ck deep in that boy hole, I got five on him like Ben Folds
I got more p*ssy than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low
Sorry for the bad picture it won't let me hold it on it's back for long
(Edit) You guys are wrong about this being a taxidermied bat that is encased In resin, this is 100% a sugar glider that I found in my garage. Stop being mean to me
Can I add a dash of milk to white peach juice? Has anyone ever tried this? Like the smallest dash to add creaminess or would this curdle and be gross?
I really like the Calpico drinks and I was wanting to make something that tastes similar.
My heart is hurting so bad. I just need someone to talk to. Please. I have no one.
I ruined a date with my boyfriend today. I don't know how he still loves me, I feel extremely toxic for him. I hate myself more than ever right now.
Ever since I was young I have had "tantrums" and complete meltdowns where I cry and cry and can't breathe, basically a severe panic attack whenever someone doesn't answer a question EXACTLY how I want them to answer. Like when I asked my foster mom "do you love me?" And instead of her answering "of course I do!" She responded "you're a good kid." And I would ask her again, only for the same response that I don't want. And it shatters me. I realize she really doesn't love me and I go into fight or flight mode, I run to my room and my heart starts racing and it feels like nobody loves me and everyone hates me and they just don't want to tell me.
Today I ruined a long wanted date with my boyfriend because I was at his house and I have trust issues with food. I looked in his fridge and saw spaghetti and I asked him what day it was made on, (I was asking to see if it was fresh) and he said "It's still good." And I thought he was joking with his response because I was expecting him to respond with "it was made on Wednesday" or something along those lines. I asked him again and he said the same thing. I walked away, tried to gain my composure and asked him again. He wasn't answering me in the way I wanted him to. It's still good and doesn't answer my question, I wanted to know the exact day it was made. After a few times of asking and begging for the right answer I realized I'm never going to be answered "correctly" and I'm going to starve all day.
I know the spaghetti was still good, and I know my boyfriend wouldn't give me rotten food, but I absolutely could not tolerate that as an answer. I was hungry, grumpy because I'm on my period. And I started crying and having a panic attack. And this whole time he's standing back astounded by why I'm crying about spaghetti. I refused to eat until he answered exactly how he wanted me to answer. I was shaking, weak, my stomach was growling and he finally said it was made on Wednesday.
I immediately ate the spaghetti and stopped crying after I finally received the exact answer I was wanting. But the damage was already done. My boyfriend now sees me as very disrespectful, and untrusting of him and his food. I started crying again because I realized the damage I just made to our relationship and I couldn't stop and I started hating myself. I didn't tell him that but I was thinking it all in my head. He wanted to take me home even though I was supposed to spend the night.
I didn't want to. I got what I wanted. I got food, I got my answer. But none of that mattered because I hurt his feelings. So I went home. I feel like I ruined our relationship over spaghetti and I feel absolutely destroyed, I feel toxic, I feel stupid and out of control. I've been crying since then. Sleeping all day and not talking much because I'm afraid to fuck things up any further.
What the hell is wrong with me.
I ruined a date with my boyfriend today. I don't know how he still loves me, I feel extremely toxic for him. I hate myself more than ever right now.
Ever since I was young I have had "tantrums" and complete meltdowns where I cry and cry and can't breathe, basically a severe panic attack whenever someone doesn't answer a question EXACTLY how I want them to answer. Like when I asked my foster mom "do you love me?" And instead of her answering "of course I do!" She responded "you're a good kid." And I would ask her again, only for the same response that I don't want. And it shatters me. I realize she really doesn't love me and I go into fight or flight mode, I run to my room and my heart starts racing and it feels like nobody loves me and everyone hates me and they just don't want to tell me.
Today I ruined a long wanted date with my boyfriend because I was at his house and I have trust issues with food. I looked in his fridge and saw spaghetti and I asked him what day it was made on, (I was asking to see if it was fresh) and he said "It's still good." And I thought he was joking with his response because I was expecting him to respond with "it was made on Wednesday" or something along those lines. I asked him again and he said the same thing. I walked away, tried to gain my composure and asked him again. He wasn't answering me in the way I wanted him to. It's still good and doesn't answer my question, I wanted to know the exact day it was made. After a few times of asking and begging for the right answer I realized I'm never going to be answered "correctly" and I'm going to starve all day.
I know the spaghetti was still good, and I know my boyfriend wouldn't give me rotten food, but I absolutely could not tolerate that as an answer. I was hungry, grumpy because I'm on my period. And I started crying and having a panic attack. And this whole time he's standing back astounded by why I'm crying about spaghetti. I refused to eat until he answered exactly how he wanted me to answer. I was shaking, weak, my stomach was growling and he finally said it was made on Wednesday.
I immediately ate the spaghetti and stopped crying after I finally received the exact answer I was wanting. But the damage was already done. My boyfriend now sees me as very disrespectful, and untrusting of him and his food. I started crying again because I realized the damage I just made to our relationship and I couldn't stop and I started hating myself and wanting to kill myself for ruining us over some spaghetti. I didn't tell him that but I was thinking it all in my head. He wanted to take me home even though I was supposed to spend the night.
I didn't want to. I got what I wanted. I got food, I got my answer. But none of that mattered because I hurt his feelings. So I went home. I feel like I ruined our relationship over spaghetti and I feel absolutely destroyed, I feel toxic, I feel stupid and out of control. I've been crying since then. Sleeping all day and not talking much because I'm afraid to fuck things up any further.
What the hell is wrong with me.