Yeeeeep, my self esteem has reached its lowest point again so I have to feed it with delusions of grandeur by pretending that I live a life that seems to be more interesting.
I just made myself the teenage daughter of Dave Grohl because.. let’s face it.. I WILL NEVER BE THE DAUGHTER OF THAT MAN AND IT MAKES ME SO SAD BECAUSE I WANT MY OWN RECORDING STUDIO IN MY BASEMENT WITH DECENT GEAR AND I WANT MY DAD TO MAKE SONGS ABOUT ME THAT 9001 MORE PEOPLE WILL KNOW AND SING.
I may or may not also be debating making a Brandon Boyd to marry when I turn into a young adult because… it’s Brandon fucking Boyd and I loved that man since I was six.
…and well, since my mother would never let me have a fat cat with all of the eight murderous dogs that we have (I’m not even exaggerating. They murdered about three chickens and two goats, all of which are owned by our neighbors and which we had to pay for.), I may as well make a fat grey cat that gets to ruin the furniture and sniff the asses of all my visitors.
….I creep myself out sometimes.
Okay I shall go back to hugging and crying myself to sleep.
Bane of my existence, mostly.
I have the self esteem of a turtle.
Basically what I’m trying to get at is the fact that my self esteem does not exist.
…or it shows up spastically when I find someone so unique that they actually boost my self esteem by knowing that I’m at least better than them.
But hey, I’m not taking any credit.
I just sit there, grab the popcorn, and enjoy the show, basically.
…..Crap, sir. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS PICK THE TOUGH QUESTIONS.
A fact about my life:
There are a lot of things to be thankful for about my life. My parents, my amazing family, and the bonus points that I get for being everyone’s favourite. (BAHAHA.) I have amazing friends that are always there for me and who’re willing to slap me in the face when I do stupid shit that they know I’d regret. My job. I love it, and I love the office. And well, I know that finding something you do that you love and truly enjoy is something that not everyone has the privilege to experience.
The problem is the fact that I tend to overlook these things when something bad happens, and I just need to remind myself constantly that there are a fuckton of other things to be grateful about, rather than dwelling on the things that I can’t fix.
I’m not entirely sure how to answer this question, but holy shit, I document everything about my life and publish it on the world wide web, so the answer to this question’s probably somewhere in my twitter or archives. Haha.
58: What would you change about your life right now?
At the moment? Nothing.
I’ve been going through a lot of changes lately because of recent events, *cough* (lololol) and I can say that I’m growing into a better, stronger person because of this. (I used to have the EQ of a three year old kid, y’know.) I’m pretty happy with my life right now, that part aside. Hahaha.
I just hope I can get this over with as soon as possible, because I think I’m smart enough not to let what happened to me a few years back to happen again. Haha.
55: How would your parents react if you got a tattoo?
Well I hid my tattoo for about a month because I studied in Los Baños when I got it, and when I totally forgot to hide it at home and my mom saw it, I just told her it was a henna tattoo.
Two weeks later she asks me why it hasn’t faded, and I told her it was real. Haha. She got mad for about five minutes, went on about how I shouldn’t imitate the bad things that my older sister does (she has three tattoos, iirc), and told me not to get anything added. I didn’t say anything and just smiled back at her. :)
CRAAAAAAP. This is a tough one.