Bad day at work= Me wanting to do nothing but stuff my face with ice cream
Life is too short for nonsense… Nonsense is the inevitable… Trying my best to be optimistic and happy. Let’s just say it’s easier said than done. I think we all seek happiness that is in existence within ourselves. Welppp.. I am digging for it in this bottomless pit we call “life”. *le sigh* Until next time tumblr….
So fucking annoyed. Some people should never take on any leadership positions. These girls are fucking stupid and this organization is going to die because of these stupid bitches. This is me being nice… ughhhhh if I could only punch a twat in the throat… -________-
R.I.P. Chris Ung
Started this new year wanting it to be different in a good way.. but other contributing factors wontt let me. I try my damn best to be the best I can be. Instead I am being compared to delinquent children and how I am one of them. I don’t do drugs, I don’t smoke, I am not a whore, I have ambitions and goals. I aspire to please people. I am selfless and I ALWAYS put other people before myself. I messed up last year, I learned my lesson and now I tried my damn best to do better.. I dont care if people dont recognize how much I do for them, but to say im useless, selfish, delinquent and everything else… its just not right. I get disrespected left and right just by breathing… I really can’t take all this abuse anymore. I am at a certain point in my life where I am discouraged and I want to give up sooo badly.
bahaha sending this to a fwendd
Just wanted one day not to worry about anything…one day. Now I’m dealing with art theft, statewide conference, messy ass divorce, financial issues, falling behind in school work, etc… I’m mentally, emotionally, and physically drained… I am at my breaking point.. so much on my mind that I get lost with the route I take a million times. I was in Garden Grove and for some odd reason I ended up in Orange when I was trying to get back to Santa Ana. I don’t know how much more I can take until I finally crack.
I LOVE THIS RATCHETNESS!
So disappointed and hurt. My dad never fAils at disappointing me around this time of year.. :’(
It was a normal day, I was sitting in the TSU waiting for a friend to come work on a workshop for a conference. At 1pm I get a text message from my cousin telling me to call her when I had a chance to. Normally, I would delay the requested call because we bicker occasionally. There was a sense of urgency when I read the text so I immediately called her. She picked up right away and by the tone of her “hello” I knew something was wrong. My grandpa’s second wife had packed his stuff and kicked him out of his own house. I got mad at my cousin for not calling me as soon as she got the phone call from our grandpa. Not knowing where our grandpa was, she called the cops to check it out. There was nothing we could do until the cops called us back. His whereabouts were unknown, we cried on the phone together worried for his health. The cops called us back within a 30 minute time span. They said that she wouldn’t let them in the house and there was nothing that they can do about it. I called my grandpa and asked where he was, Nitta’s family weren’t available to pick my grandpa and his things up until 7pm. I was infuriated with the most rage and hatred I’ve ever felt in my life. My friend insisted on coming along with me to go pick him up along with his stuff. We got there and the living room was filled with every single last item that belonged to my grandpa. We shoved everything into my car including a mini fridge. We couldn’t fit everything in my car so we asked a Santa Ana friend of ours to come pick up the 1 chair and 2 suitcases left. As we were about to leave his soon to be ex wife she starts talking a bunch of mess about my family and starts going on a rant to my grandpa. It took every ounce of strength in me not to turn around and knock the bitch out. As we leave to take my grandpa to my cousin’s house, he confessed to me about the emotional and physical abuse he went through. I couldn’t help but cry with him…. it’s bittersweet because I know he will be safe now but he will forever will be scarred. I love my kong… I told him that for the first time and it sucks because something bad had to happen for me to tell my grandpa I love him.
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