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Anonymous asked: i think you should give up on batman..if it hasn't happened now. it probably won't. just saying.if he doesn't miss you as much as you miss him. come on girl think about it. even if his feelings changed try to be friends, you may never know that connection could start over again if it got damaged. heads up from (not real name) jams

Aw. No need to be Anon. I don’t bite. Much. Usually. Unless you’re into that… ;D Haha. Okay, on a serious note, I might as well use this as an opportunity to update you all. I get asked a lot about what’s going on. 

Yeah, I see your point. I’ve been wondering if his feelings have changed. I just saw him a few weeks ago, though. I talked to him today. He’s never said anything. I’m not going to assume feelings have changed. So until he says otherwise I’m going to assume he still likes me. I probably (again, not going to assume) do miss him more than he misses me. That’s my fault though. I fell way to hard way to fast. I think he misses me just the right amount. I think that he does truly wish he had more time for me. I think he feels bad things couldn’t be the way we want them to be right now. Hell, last I heard he wasn’t even having meaningless hook-ups with other girls. If that’s not the perfect man I don’t know what it! I think for what we are right now he’s handling things way more right than I am. 

I can’t lie, if he told me he didn’t like me anymore I’d be crushed. It’s hard enough to not officially be his girlfriend. I’d be completely heartbroken if he said he didn’t like me anymore. I’d go through the usual breakup emotions (even though it wouldn’t technically be a breakup).  I’d cry and be really sad. I’d probably be a little angry too. But if me and “Batman” don’t work out as boyfriend and girlfriend I would definitely want to stay friends. He’s a really great person. I made that mistake with “A”. I pushed to hard to be his girlfriend and now after 6 years we don’t talk at all. “Batman is a great person and I am VERY lucky to have him in my life. Part of me is terrified that if we do date it’ll ruin the friendship. Well, part of me WAS terrified. I’ve thought about it and I think we’re close enough, trust each other enough, care about each other enough, and understand each other enough to not let things go bad between us. I do think we’d make a really good couple too. Like, the perfect couple. I’d never stop talking to him if feelings changed. That isn’t fair at all. I’ll be heartbroken, but time heals all wounds. I’d eventually be okay. If we’re meant to be it’ll find a way. 

So, yeah, I see your point. I won’t give up on him though. Unless he says something along the lines of “Diana, I don’t like you. Get over me. I just want to be friends.” I won’t give up on him. If he was some asshole that was just playing games with me I’d say you were totally right. He has very legitimate reasons for not wanting an official girlfriend now. The distance would be a bit hard for him. (I’ve already had long distance relationships. They’re fine with me but I can understand why they aren’t for everyone.) He isn’t THAT far away. It’s about an hour. He’s just so busy with school he doesn’t really have time to take the trip. He’s also busy with other stuff. He needs time for other friends too. He’s young and wants to enjoy college. He doesn’t want to have to worry about hurting a girlfriend back home if he decides to get drunk at a party. I told him that as long as he didn’t have sex/oral sex/anal sex/whatever else you can do with another girl I wouldn’t be mad. I told him that drinking was fine with me. I told him I didn’t even care about him dancing with other girls. I can see why he’d feel bad though. I understand all his points and I respect his decision. I do hope he decides/wants to make us official soon. I do like him a lot. 

All the friends I’ve told in real life (which is 3 people) have said the same thing. They say the situation sounds “fishy” and that I should just move on and forget it. Some have even gone as far as calling him a lying douchbag. They say he’s probably just using me for sex. That doesn’t make any sense at all though. I don’t know. Usually I’d agree with them. I just…I don’t know. I have a good feeling about him. My gut and my heart are both telling me he really is as good of a guy as I think he is and that I should wait for him. Ya know? 

The night “Batman” told me he liked me I called up certain guy friends and told them we couldn’t talk anymore. Me and these guy friends..we’re…there’s..”things” there. Uhm. Not to sound like a slut but they want to bang me hard. I never thought I’d be tempted to cheat on “Batman” or anything. I just felt weird talking to them “while I had a boyfriend”. So I told them to back off a little. I barely talked to them after that. They were upset enough I wouldn’t hook up with them. Now they were upset I didn’t want to really be that close of friends either. Than Batman told me he wasn’t really looking for anything just yet. Things continued as thought we were together enough that I still shouldn’t talk to those guys. So I didn’t. Than we started talking less and less because he’s really busy. (Which I’m not mad about.) He always said we’d date when he got a car. Well, he got a car and we aren’t together. (Which I’m not mad at.) Just like he wants to have fun, so do I. I started talking to those guys again. I’m still not going to hook up with them. I’d still feel really bad if I did that. I know it wouldn’t be cheating. I just personally would not feel right doing it. I’m friends with them again though. It just shows that I’m understanding what me and “Batman” are to each other better than before. Ya know? I’m still only going to sleep with “Batman”. 

Sometimes I get upset. Sometimes I think that maybe I’m being stupid. However, if I really sit down and think about all the times we’ve talked, all the things he’s said to me, and all the things he’s done for me, I really truly believe he’s a good guy. The “clues” just don’t really add up to say anything negative about him. I know I write a lot on here, and the few friends I told know a nice chunk of it too, but no one knows more than me and “Batman”. We’re really the only ones who can judge. Ya know? 

So, point is, I do see your point. I’m not giving up on him though. I like him way to much. I don’t want to give up on him. I’m willing to wait. I really believe that he’s worth it. When you find something this good you don’t just “give up on it”. 

I mean, don’t get me wrong. When I say I’m not mad at him that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I care. I wish we were dating. I wish he had more time for me. I wish he’d pick me over other things. But I understand that’s not how it works and I accept that. Ya know? 

Uhm. So. Yeah. I think that’s everything. 

Oh, and also, I’m on my period. So for the next 10 days or so I’m going to be all crazy and emotional. So if he goes 30 seconds without talking to me I’d probably write a post about how he ignores me and shit. Not literally, but you get the idea. A few hours ago I tried to pet one of my guinea pigs and she ran away. I burst into tears and cried hysterically for 5 minutes and insisted that I was a terrible person and all animals hated me. So..yeah. Just keep that in mind when I write “he doesn’t like me” posts. Just..ya know..throwing that out there. 



*screams so loud you can all hear me from wherever you are*

I do not want to go to that stupid college. The guy I lost my virginity to (TGILMVCT) goes there. He’s almost finished but I still have to deal with him for a year. I guess we’re on “I won’t try and claw your eyes out if I see you” terms. We aren’t friends though. I really tried to be friends. He still wants sex and I’m not making that mistake twice. He’s made it clear that we aren’t going to be friends unless we have sex. We’ll never be friends than. It sucks even more because he works at the school too. He’s so many pictures on the school’s FB it’s not even funny. He’s clearly involved in the school’s activities. I’m going to have to go to class and than hide in my dorm and nothing else if I want to avoid him. That sucks because I really wanted to be involved. I guess I shouldn’t let him being there bother me. It is just so damn awkward. Never have sex. Just don’t do it. At least not with your sort-of-ex’s worst enemy on what would have been your 1 year anniversary with the sort-of-ex. 

Speaking of that sort-of-ex person, he’s is going there too. -__- I really can’t win. We never dated. But we did. But we didn’t. I don’t know. One day he’d call me his girlfriend and then next day we were just friends. But whatever. We had something. Is that a good way to word it? It’s more awkward to see him than it is to see TGILMVCT. I wonder if he even knows I slept with him. Probably. I spent everyday with him for almost a year. That’s a lot of time. And than it just ended. I’m not even sure why. I mean, I told him to fuck off because he’d go months without talking to me. Than he’d try to talk to me again and tell me to “shut up and be a good little toy”. Not cool. He told Jessica that he’d say hi to me if he saw me. (Which totally wasn’t his reaction that time I did see him.) I wrote on his FB from Jess’ account and said I wouldn’t say hi back. It was kind of immature but whatever. I still feel strangely comfortable talking to him? Probably because we were technically just friends (99% of the time) so it isn’t like an actual ex or an actual break up or anything. I really hope we don’t have to deal with each other to often. 

And although I’m 90% sure she’s going to the campus in NYC there is a chance that that girl I used to be best friends with is going there too. She’d be dorming. If we get paired up as roommates I’ll commute. We’d have the same major too. 

Ugh. 

I’m really not looking forward to this. 

I really hope I’m worrying for absolutely no reason. 



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16/5/12 @ 8:59pm • 1 ♥
I’m so worried about my pigs.

They’ve never fought like this before. They never really fought at all before, actually. What if something is wrong? They’re due to get their nails clipped so I’ll have the vet check them out then just in case. I don’t like having to put Annabella all alone to eat either. This means I can’t even go out! D: And what’s going to happen when I go away to college? No one will be home enough to put in by herself to eat a few times a day. :/ Poor piggies. 

(For those of you who are curious and don’t already follow my other blog. Here is what happened.)



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16/5/12 @ 2:10pm • 1 ♥
Guys, I need help.

So, that’s my sister. She’s 14 and awesome. Since we’ve been homeschooled all the kids from school stopped talking to her. She has 1 friend who lives 7 hours away. She’s really upset about it and right now she’s screaming and crying and saying she wants to kill herself and that she hates life.  I feel terrible. I feel like it’s all my fault because if it weren’t for me almost getting stabbed she’d still be in school. I don’t think she really understands what killing herself really means. So I doubt she’d do it. I think she’s just really upset and wants attention. I feel so terrible. I just want her to be happy. Here’s her Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/BIGBOOBS1001 will you guys just go talk to her? And be her friend? Like, I dunno. She doesn’t want to listen to me and this is the only other thing I could think of to do. You guys are all so awesome to me. So. Yeah. :/ 



This is TMI but FUCK YOU. I need to bitch about it to someone.

I got my fucking period last night. I woke up at 7fuckingAM covered in fucking blood. Now not only do I have to have that fucking surgery today but I have to deal with my fucking period. And I have the worst fucking cramps and it’s so fucking heavy. I fucking can’t. I have no fucking luck. Just fuck everyone. OMG. And I’m bitchy as fuck already. I fucking yelled at my sister just for getting the time of fucking appointment wrong. OMFG. I feel bad. But holy fuck I just can’t win. Now bad things can’t even go just fucking bad they have to get worse. What the fuck. OMFG. My fucking ovaries feel like they are going to fucking fall out of my fucking vag. My stomach and fucking back hurt so bad I don’t want to fucking move or fucking breath. But I have to get up to change my fucking tampon because every time I fucking blink Niagara fucking falls comes spewing out of my fucking twat. I just want to eat every fucking thing ever but I can’t because surgery. And seeing as the fucking surgery is in my fucking mouth I won’t be eating for the whole fucking week. And I am PMSing like a fucking I don’t even fucking know. I feel bad for the fucking doctor.



So, I’m going for surgery tomorrow.

I guess it isn’t surgery. But, yeah it is. See, at first I thought it was just my wisdom tooth. So my mom found an oral surgeon. (I hated the one I went to when I got my first wisdom tooth removed.)  He’s right up the street from me so that’s awesome. We get there and I was all ready for it to go like last time. It was high risk surgery last time too. But whatever. Apparently the left side of my mouth has the same problem but A LOT worse. So he said it’s not going to be regular high risk wisdom tooth surgery. Apparently it’s a big deal and stuff. I’m going to be in a lot of pain and the recovery time is longer. Fun. I was in so much pain for, like, 2 weeks after. Prom is in like 20 days. >.< I mean, I know this isn’t heart or brain surgery or anything. This is nothing compared to most things. But losing feeling in your whole face would suck really bad. And I’m really scared. This guy is even scared to do the surgery (which only makes me more scared). I know I won’t die or anything. But I’m pretty sure losing feeling in my face would mean no talking, eating, facial expressions, etc. And that would suck. I dunno. I’m just scared. When I went to take the xrays the guy told me my bottom right tooth was in worse shape than the bottom left one. (The bottom left is the one that’s hurting.) I got my bottom right one out already. I told him. He was like “…oh!” And that makes me more scared. So. Yeah. I’m probably going to take whatever drugs they give me this time. Last time I just took Ibuprofen because I was scared to take the Codine  (sp?). I mean, it is a drug that people get addicted to. It’s strong stuff. So. Yeah. I’m not putting myself through that again. Taking it with a prescription under doctor supervision is not going to hurt me.   Oh, he also wants to take the upper ones out. It’s only because apparently “it gets annoying” to have upper wisdom teeth but not bottom ones. I’d rather be annoyed than in pain. So I’m going to tell him to only remove just the one that hurts. Also, I don’t want to be put to sleep. He has a thick German accent so I barely understand him. I’m not even totally sure he understands me. (Nick says it’s my fault for being Italian and from NY. He says no one can understand me. Ha.) He actually looks and sounds exactly like the doctor from The Human Centipede. So, that’s exciting. If you guys don’t hear from me for a while….Rofl. Well. I’m terrified. My appointment is at 1pm tomorrow. Later taters. 

Obviously I most likely won’t be on for a few days. If I am on it won’t be for long and I won’t be a happy camper. I’ll miss you guys! 

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Literally hysterical crying right now.

I seriously don’t know what to do. I wish nothing but the worst for Anthony. Oops. I said his name. And he better fucking hide if he ruined everything with me and Batman.  He better pray to God I never see his ugly face again. 



I’m done. I’m over it. I’m over you. I don’t want you to call me ever again. Hate is a strong word but I really, really, really don’t like you. You’re crazy and you’re an idiot and you need serious help. Stay the hell away from me. For six long years you went back and forth between loving me and telling me to get over you. (And now that I’ve woken up into reality there was probably more bad and you telling me to get over you than there was good.) For six years I cried for you to just give me a second chance. For six years I was always there for you. Day and night. No matter what you needed or what I was doing I was there for you. It isn’t my problem that you can’t get over me. Sorry, you had your chance. You lost it. Just get over me! Sound familiar? “Uh. I’m sorry, Puffin, you had your chance. You lost it. Now get the fuck over me!” Hahaha. 

When I first found out you were going to jail for…that thing..that happened…I was upset. I was scared for you. I was remembering all the good I saw in you and didn’t think you deserved it. (Even if you did do it.) But you know what? FUCK YOU. I hope you rot in a jail sell. I hope you get fuck up the ass by a big black guy. I hope some murderer beats the bad right out of your body. I think it’s what you need to maybe finally be normal. The bad in you now out weighs the good. 

And you need to leave me and Batman alone. Me and you are done. We’re over. We’re nothing. You said you never liked me. Good. Fine. I’m happy. So if that’s all true stay the hell away from me and him. He’s absolutely perfect and I don’t want to lose him because you’re an asshole. You need to stay out of my life. I’m not even playing anymore. When you were calling to be stupid I didn’t care. Now you’re threatening my life and my relationship. 

We were “together” (for lack of a better word) for 6 years. I would have stayed by your side my whole fucking life. YOU were the one who ruined it. NOT ME! So you have no right to have any negative emotions toward me. 

I swear to God if you do anything to hurt me and Batman’s relationship you’ll see a side of me you’ve never seen before. And it isn’t pretty.

You’re not the person I thought you were. Or, better yet, you’re never going to become the person I knew you had the potential to be.  



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I had the weirdest dream ever last night.

Someone tell me what this means! 

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Uhm.

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