To describe myself? Impossible... for I don't even know who I am. Depressed and sexual 19 year old with a severe case of odaxelagnia.. Bite me, fuck me, and maybe love me.Ask me anything put that crap on there
Reason number one why I don’t go out. I cannot enjoy it because i am constantly worried about if everyone else that I care about is okay. And if I don’t want that to happen I get so drunk I throw up until I can’t breathe. So, no… Unfortunately I don’t want to go to the bar with you, or you, or you or you.. I definitely don’t want to go on your pub crawl. Or to that house party. Because I don’t want to have to be the one to take care of your drunk ass because you couldn’t take care of yourself. And apprerently I could just stop. “Just stop giving a shit if you don’t want to have to do it” oh okay? So I just completely ignore the part of me that needs to make sure that that 20 year old guy who is so drunk he can’t even stand straight actually makes it home? Doesn’t tryto drive or walk across the city in winter, or potentially get raped. Sorry I care. and I’m sure the actual parents of said person/persons that I help every single time I go out would thank me. Or shake my hand. Give me a medal or a hug for saving their child from who knows what. So the point of this rant blog was to explain why I simply can’t enjoy a night out on the town like the rest of you. I wish I could… But oh, I can’t. This is just who I am. Someone who prefers to stay at home, with my animals; reading or watching a movie. Where I’m not surrounded by people who drink themselves into a place where they hardly know their own name. Where I feel guilty if I don’t help them. What I can’t see, can’t hurt me… Right?
I just want some D