CRUSHES

We all know what a crush is, and we all know what having a crush is like. A crush is supposed to be this amazing euphoric thing. You have something to wake up for in the morning/you look forward to seeing them/the excitement you feel when he/she texts you first…we are now approaching the worst one of all. The potential soul crushing hope that he/she might possibly like you back. Yep. We’ve all been there.

I’m 25 years old and am still crushing. I currently have a crush on someone who is completely out of my reach, not because he’s better than me, not because he’s cooler than me, not because we don’t have any chemistry and not because he doesn’t like me back. He’s out of reach because he already has a girlfriend. No wonder they call it a crush, when I heard him say “my girlfriend and I…” in a sentence to another person, I felt crushed. Completely and totally crushed. It left me feeling glum and almost ruined my entire day! Having a crush on someone doesn’t seem like a big deal, it could almost come across as school girl behaviour, but when something like that happens, it can make you feel awful and even reduce you to tears. You know what just makes it so much worse? I see him every day.

And now you have to deal with the next morning. You feel so flat and no longer have anything to look forward to. Why bother dressing up just for him? Why should I be careful with my makeup? And why the fuck should I wash my hair each night so it’s nice and shiny for him?

No more butterflies.

The bad thing about getting a crush on someone in your mid twenties is that usually at this age, they’re already taken. I mean for god’s sake, half my year from school are already married I’m just like

God give me strength

 

HOOKUP CONFESSION COMING SOON

My “go to” movie

THE HOLIDAY

First of all, couldn’t ask for a better cast — Cameron Diaz, Jude Law, Kate Winslet, Jack Black. 

The first time I saw this movie was a few years ago (yes, about 100 years after it came out) and I was enjoying every second of it but wasn’t able to finish it. Then one day when I was bored (this is starting to sound like a bed time story). Once upon a time, I was bored as fuck. So anyway, I decided to watch it and fucking loved it. If I am feeling momentarily clinically depressed because of having no life, I’ll watch The Holiday to pull me out of my slump.

The only problem is I can relate to the heartbreak in it but not the happy ending.

And also the fact that Jude Law is about as sexy as Rihanna is naked, makes this movie even more enjoyable.

I want to know what other people’s GO TO movies are!!

Anthem of the broken hearted

“They’re all the same, they never learn, so dig their grave and let that motherfucker burn!”

Does anyone else find that the only thing that can make an aching heart feel better, is music? I’m currently going through the mending heart period of an overall heartbreak. What I’m feeling mostly now is ANGER, anger towards the prick that broke my heart for no good reason (literally no good reason). I don’t go for the whole “nothing compares…nothing compares..TO YOU!” I’m more of a girl who listens to songs that have more of a FUCK YOU sentiment, a FUCK YOU sentiment song that makes me feel empowered. A song that enforces empowerment just makes you want to channel your inner Yoncè that kicks in and strut past that motherfucker being crazy in love with no one but your-fucking sexy ass-self. 

  
My current break up song is Comeback by Ella Eyre. 

“We’ve all been played, we all get hurt, just take that pain and let that motherfucker burn!” 

You must download that shit ladies.

I’m just like you

Yes, this is the dreaded first post. I spent a couple of days paying more attention to what my blog looks like, what I will talk about and what people will think of me. Essentially, I was just procrastinating. So tonight I finally said “fuck it” and decided to write something.

I am a normal person. But what is normal? A lot of people say to me they don’t like to call themselves normal. But normal doesn’t have to mean you are boring. Normal doesn’t mean you aren’t quirky. Normal doesn’t mean you are conventional. Normal doesn’t mean you are predictable.

When I say normal, I mean I guarantee I have gone through and felt a lot of the same things as you.

• I’ve done things I regret.
• I’ve made mistakes.
• I’ve been heartbroken.
• I’ve felt alone.
• I’ve felt ugly.
• I’ve felt fat.
• I’ve cried.
• I’ve laughed.
• I’ve failed.
• I’ve succeeded.

There is one thing though that you may not be able to relate to. I’ve diagnosed myself with something that I absolutely believe I suffer. Taphephobia. Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive. Come to think of it, I’m sure no one wants to be buried alive and would most likely be scared if they were ever involved in something so treacherous. Ever since I saw Kill Bill Volume II, I knew. I’m too old to fear that Freddy Kruger might be under my bed, but I’m not too old to be scared shitless of being buried alive.

I want to move on to something a little less eccentric. Not only have I been heartbroken and felt alone and all the other things I listed earlier, I also have obsessions. My biggest obsession at the moment is online shopping, mainly on the website DOLLS KILL. If you like dark red lipstick and big black boots like me then you’ll fall in love. Online shopping never lets you down. And neither does Instagram.