Why are there so many angels and weird figurines in this house….
I’m just so tired and when I’m tired I get depressed and when I’m depressed I start to question everything in my life and when I start to question everything, I realize how unhappy I can get and when I’m unhappy I start to become discontented; sarcastic; crabby and everyone knows I hate this version of Issa as much as the next person does.
I should sue One Direction for the emotional and physical workload they left upon me this weekend. Ugh. WHYYY DID I HAVE TO GO TO THAT CONCERTTTT??
I’ve always found airports interesting. In my head I’m interviewing every single body I bump into.
“hey, where’re you going?”
To visit a loved one.
To find myself.
To go home.
To find better opportunities.
To find love.
To forget love.
We’re all heading somewhere and I wish I knew all the reasons why we do.
— Manila. Casey, Cathy. To dance to semi hot, hopefully half naked men aka One Direction.
I don’t know how to make it go away.
I don’t know how.
I don’t know.
Today’s dream: he had just asked for my hand in marriage, as soon as I said yes, there was a huge earthquake that knocked down all the churches in Cebu. Just the churches.
Lol. I think it means something! :))
WE WANT ISSA OF 2010- 2011 BACK! BRING HER BACK!!
fat issa of 2015. ick.
Compliments should come as often as insults do. So, “you have a pretty face… but you’re still a motherfucker.”
Don’t you know it.