That's Life.

Sometimes I write how I feel on here, ‘cause he doesn’t check here often.

Posting true stuff on tumblr and twitter ‘cause facebooks too judgemental

I hate thinking sometimes.

When all you want to do is cry

You make me feel a little less important everyday

You lie, and I’m the bad guy..

Right.

I’ll always be the last to know

When you really don’t want to argue anymore, yet you have no idea what to do to stop it.

well, that happiness was short lived.

I totally forgot it was out of order to get upset that other girls openly try and flirt with your boyfriend and your boyfriend flirts back and you realise noone has any respect for your relationship - except you.

A relationship is meant to work both ways, where you give and take. Make decisions together and be honest. 

NOT, hide little bits on the side, and make the other feel totally useless and like she’s invisible.

See me, when I’m in a relationship I don’t flirt, I include the other person. 

The other day, I accepted a marriage proposal. I have NEVER done that before and to be honest, I never want to do it again.

Not like you even seemed that bothered about asking me again. 

What a joke.

Was I stupid to think you were different, that you actually want to be with me for the rest of your life? Or should we just split up, and then you can go and flirt and get with whoever you want. 

ARGH. 

Yay crying.

Now, I know you’ve all sat through irritatingly morbid blogs from me, and I apologise. 

However, I now have some good news.

I’M ENGAGED!!!!

♥

Wondering what everyone would say if I turned around and said I was engaged. Committing myself to the same person for the rest of my life - well, why the hell not?

I’ve finally found the man of my dreams and I don’t intend on letting him go anytime soon. 

Joe Paul Stephen Sheehan.

I love you, and I’ll marry you - I can’t wait 

♥

I’m sick of feeling like this.

So fucking angry.

So many girls after my boyfriend.

So many feelings about that.

I’m so insecure.

I feel like I’m not good enough anymore.

Girls are talking to you throughout the night.

And it makes me jealous.. you’re mine!

Doesn’t help they know exactly what they’re doing.

And they’re going to take you away.

Marriage doesn’t make everything perfect either. 

I can’t seem to do anything right anymore.

And I could be ending up back on medication again.

I’m falling apart.

And he won’t put up with it for much longer.

And then I’ll be on my own again.

And then I’ll give up.