Brittany. A girl. With a blog involving:
Movies, headlines, adventures, poems, pictures, desires, dogs, moments.
"This place was made on you."
Stop with being a child. Stop with the idiocy. Stop not knowing the differences between your/you’re and their/there/they’re and then/than and accept/except and to/too/two, etc. Stop acting the way 12-year-olds react to relationships. Stop sucking dick to get ahead with your career, figuratively and literally. Stop with the baby talk to your boyfriend. Stop acting like your life had to be saved by some shitty poem. Stop being dependent on shit that does not build you. Stop acting like the world should work around you and that your problems concern everyone around you. Stop putting all your eggs into one basket that you don’t really even have. Stop making others feel guilty for your downfalls and fallacies. Stop living life online and start seeking the validation of real world connections. Stop being obnoxious and rubbing shit in other’s faces. Stop judging people because they live a more mature lifestyle than you. Stop doing shit that 14-year-olds do and then insist on being a mature adult. Stop treating those who care most about you like shit. Stop acting like you’re superior because you think you’re the first to ever do something and that no one could possibly understand you. Stop condescending to me when we are equals. Stop defending yourself when no one’s attacking. Stop stop stop stop stop.
You are beautiful. You are strong. You are a 20-something-year-old. If you just tried to give a little effort, you’d get by just fine. No one wants you to fail, no one has any spiteful feelings or disdain towards you. Grow the fuck up. We’re adults now. Fucking act like it or I can’t be around you anymore, because having to personally regress in order to speak on par with your teenage level is not how I want to live out my 20s.