Too bad no one follows my stupid blog. It’d just be nice to have someone tell me how to stop being so sad.
I fight because I’m upset. My feelings are constantly overlooked by a lot of people in my life, including the most important ones. When you were doing things you knew would upset me, did you ever once stop and think “how would Renaté feel if she found out I was doing this?” Probably not. But you could’ve saved me a lot of heartache if you had. I fight because for the 24...
I know you’re still hiding something and it makes my physically ill.
My life in a week.
Sunday - work 9a-430p and mow. Monday - work 11a-2p. Babysit 2p-4p. Class 5p-9p. Take Stephen to work at 10. Tuesday - class 830a-6p. workout. Spend time with Stephen. Take Stephen to work at 10. Wednesday - sleep in. Homework. Housework. Take Stephen to work at 10. Thursday - class 830a-6p. Workout. Spend time with Stephen. Take Stephen to work at 10. Friday - work 9a-230p. Homework. Friday...
I’m getting engaged this year!!! I’m going to be insanely excited every time we do anything now. 😁😁
After tonight, I feel like we’re all in a good place to forgive and forget and be happy with our own lives. And that’s probably the greatest feeling in the world.
I hate that he basically made you who you are. And he made you into something he could easily love. And that scares me to death.
I will NEVER understand why you feel the need to ruin my relationship. I mean, you have a fucking child now. You have so many things to be worrying about and my boyfriend should not be one of them. And I’m so sick of you falling for her time after time. When will I just give up?
today my mom laughed for 30 minutes about this 😂
Work puts me through this awesome, yet vicious, cycle. They’re like “here’s four days off! But when you do come back you work three 8 hour furniture shifts in a row with no help!” thanks for the days off and no thanks for the 48 hours I’m going to have to sleep to recuperate from moving 85 couches on my own. 😴😴😴😴😴