Ew some old dude in an orange polo is talking bout erections on tv. You know it’s late. If the backdrop they used wasn’t so dated looking maybe I’d be interested in listening to their babble at all.

I’m just here thinking bout heading to bed. Sucks when you like someone who doesn’t show a lick of interest in you one bit. I shouldn’t waste time questioning something like that.

A mosquito bit my cheek. What a bitch. I know I’m tasty but seriously though.

So much god damn gay beautiful men out there it hurts. Unfortunately I don’t fall anywhere near in that category. They’re all just pretty faces really. And sometimes it makes me sick to see nothin but that on my dash. The fucking, the kissing, the fucking, the kissing. I mean we’ve gotten to the point where we’re so comfortable in our own skin we just post ourselves uncovered to the world. Strangers free to look at us in poses you can only imagine lol. We’ve come far but sometimes it feels we have taken a step back. We’re programmed to think of nothing but fucking thanks to the Internet. And fantasizing over what is supposed to be hot and what is not. Are wants to be completed by some other lovely soul who “exists somewhere”. Some of us stay focused and reach the goals we oh so tried to set for us. Some of us like myself fail miserably and feel like the time may never come. Eye candy is nice to look at. But I just want one person to love. I’m trying to be content with my mind body and soul. Maybe they’ll come and maybe they won’t. To say everyone has their soul mate seems kinda hokey. If you want something or see something in someone special you better go reach out there and grab it. May be surprised what you may find. If you wait too long you may lose it and not get a second chance. I’m not on a search but I’ve got my eyes open. Willing to open my heart for something special. There’s all types of beauty in this world. I think we’re all lost in this insane asylum. I know we all get crazy with our desires and stress ridden lives. I just want to be able to get to where I want in life and not lose the trueness in myself along the way. It’s going to hurt I know. But I’ve been hurting for awhile now. It gives me character and makes this skin thick. It makes me level headed. Imperfections and downfalls somehow turn out to be those hands that grab on to you. Those hands that can save you in your reality.

Watching Shaun of the Dead hoping it sparks motivation to draw tonight.

Would love to cuddle with someone and watch the zombie apocalypse marathon of the walking dead! Eep!

You make me feel warm inside

It’s official, I deleted my grindr.

Everything seems so meaningless these days. I don’t want to lose my mind in emptiness.

I can’t help the fact that I look young for my age. Can’t get anyone I’m attracted to, to date me because I look like jailbait. Jesus Christ

There are days I feel ugly. Like today. Where I just want to put a bag over my head. Or just cover up my body in ink so you can no longer see my skin. Tumblr is a fun place. But it can also make me question my existence with all the beautiful people on my dash.

I’m horny…and yet I’m going to the gym

I’m so fucking pissed and I don’t even know anymore. Fuckin ballz! Every person I try something with just fucking takes a big dump on my heart.