Just An Experiment. Reblog If You Actually Give A Fuck About Male Victims Of Domestic Violence And Rape.

oh how jealous i am of people with money.

its not even the people that have a lot of money, y'know like celebrities or the top 1% (fuck yall) or lawyers and doctors, not them.

but the people, the regular people, like me that's family have money. that have bathrooms in all five of their bedrooms. that have a pool in their backyard. that have every single kitchen appliance known to man. that shop at lululemon and brandy melville and hollister and h&m. that go on two yearly trips.

the people who grew up never seeing their parents worry about money. that never had to hear, "we need money for other things," or "y'know we can't buy that," or "maybe later." never had to not ask for something because you saw how much it cost. never had to beg their parents for $50 to hang out with friends instead of $20.

im friends with those people, that have money. and everytime i go to their house, i feel disgusting. its not that we don't have money, it's that they have so much more of it. and it's evident in everything about them. their clothes, their shoes, their hair, their skin, their makeup, their phone. their house, their room, their bed, their bathroom.

god, im so jealous.

so today i bought a journal, ripped a piece of paper out of a different old journal, and wrote "the book of people" on said piece of paper, and taped it to the cover of my new journal.

then, i skipped two pages and titled the page "mom". i proceeded to write - what i could only describe as - a letter of sorts, to my mom. now of course, she will never see this letter, nor will anyone else, so i did my best to be as truthful as i could possibly be. im not sure why but, even in my journal, i tend to censor myself a little - im not fully honest. i say i am, but im not. i did try tho.

after i finished my letter, where i wrote all my feelings towards my mother - the good and bad - i went back a page, and titled it "table of contents" and skipped a line and wrote "mom (1-4)".

the idea of this is to, essentially, write a letter to everybody in my life and fill the book up with it - a book of people.

im not sure why i wrote this or why im sharing this. but it was fun. i found that when i wrote this letter, i was able to reflect on a lot of things. able to think back on things, and see things clearer. now of course, the idea of writing things down to better process it isn't new.

i think, overall, im js excited. to write about all these people who i love. and of course, the name is "the book of people" so i have to write about the people i hate too. not fun. but idk. i js wanted to share. have a good night y'all.

y'all ever seen someone and thought, "wow. so this is what they meant when they said, "crafted by the gods."?

one of my pet peeves is when im telling a friend about a grade i got that im annoyed at, and they say like "oh that's so good, whyre you mad?" or "you should not be complaining about that😭" or smth. like ho, just cuz you get bad grades and are satisfied with the bare minimum doesn't mean i am😭😭.

got a 83 on a science test a bit ago, and i was telling my friend and she was like, "that's so good, i wish i would get grades like that in science. don't complain, that's a good grade." i was annoyed by the grade because that was the first b i had gotten in science, all year. like, yes im gonna complain😭

wtvr.

"maybe in another life."

shut the fuck up. shut the FUCK up. 'maybe in another life', motherfucker WHAT OTHER LIFE???? THIS IS ALL WE GET.

we have this life, THIS LIFE, and that's it. so if there's something that you want to say or feel or whatever the fuck, then do it. fight for it. and fight hard and passionately and make sure that your fight is known.

we get once chance. bitch.

cuz this JUST happened to me😭

Holy moly dude.

The feeling you feel when you finally break free of a writers block. When you finally finish that paragraph that you had no idea how to complete. When you finally find a way to fix that story that always felt incomplete. That amazing feeling that makes you feel like ur on top of the world and untouchable.

I live for it.

having hamilton songs on your playlist is so weird. i js went from aaron burr, sir to call your mom by noah kahan.

ITS OUR TIME TO SHINEEE BITCH SO GO SHINEEE!!!!!

i know things suck right now for a whole lot of people but you guys are seen and heard and loved, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!! BE MOTHERFUCKING PROUD!!!!!!

as ive said, im watching gilmore girls rn. and she's with logan and jess js showed up again. and OHHHH MAAAA GAWDDDD HES AMAZING??????? HES NOT A DOUCHEBAG???? AND HES SMART AND HE GOT HIMSELF TOGETHER AND FIXED HIMSELF UP?????? AND HE WROTE A BOOK AND CAME DOWN TO HAND DELIVER IT TO RORYY???????

HE. HAND. DELIVERED. IT. TO. RORY.

JESS SUPREMACY PLEASEEE >>>>>

guys i cant stop watching jess mariano edits my fyp has been taken over plz help

actually no wait leave me tf alone