Monday, March 25, 2013

Excluded.

Excluded. yeah. So If you don't already get what this post is about then you might want to get your dictionary out.
Excluded: To be intentionally left out. As in on purpose. As in "we purposely did not invite you because we did not want you there."
Are you with me now?
Good. Lets continue.
To be excluded from anything is complete and utter bullshit. Point. Blank. Period. Obviously if they're excluding you from outings, parties, etc... then they're not really your real friends. There's no way around that.
"Oh they just forgot to invite me." How the absolute fuck do you forget to invite someone anywhere? If they didn't invite you it wasn't because they forgot it was because they didn't give a fuck about you and didn't care to have your presence there. You can't argue that. If they don't invite you it's because they didn't want to. You can't argue that any other way. you can not.
I know about being excluded. I've been excluded from a lo of things. Especially now being in college. Even in high school you make friends with people and you guys get distanced etc... and you know you kind of make friends wherever you go. It's sort of the human thing to do, but those new friends you make aren't always your REAL friends. Just thought i'd throw that out there.
Now when your excluded (left out) from things it hurts. It hurts your feelings, and makes you feel like you've been stabbed in the back. If you don't feel stabbed in the back then you just didn't take it seriously. I on the other hand take things like that seriously. Especially when it's people who smile in your face and choose to invite you places when there's no one else to call. A last resort. That my friends is called throwing shade. Being Fake. I do not have time to be standing in shade, nor the time to sit and let someone throw the shade at me. Forget that.
Real eyes recognize Real lies. Now when your being done wrong. Don't let them continue to make a fool out of you. Your better than that. So, cut them off. Do what you gotta do. Make new friends... or don't. I have one group of real friends. We don't talk all day, every single day, but we do keep in touch with each other. Those are the only people I fully trust, and sometimes I don't. *shrugs* But point is the less friends the less problems. (The less bitches the less problems) Learn it, Live it, Love it.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The perfect guy...

Does the perfect guy really exist? Is he really real? And most importantly will I ever find the perfect guy? Hmmmm... Questions to ponder right?

Well... as a female, we all have envisioned my perfect guy. What he looks like, what he'll talk like, the things he'll do, the things he'll say, what he'll drive, what type of job he'll have... In our minds we know what the perfect guy is... It's just a matter of trying to find him, getting him to see that your the perfect girl, and then keeping him. Not as simple as you would've thought right?
Me personally i'm not sure if my perfect guy exist. I want too many different qualities that are real contrasting and i'm not sure if one person alone can embody all those different characteristics. But hey who knows? Maybe one day i'll find him...

(about two weeks later...)


As a little girl  I always imagined what he'd be like... and I feel like i'll never find what i've been imagining... I feel like i'll find the exact opposite, or I have found the exact opposite and I wonder if perhaps I have found the one, but I can't be sure... I'm to indecisive to ever really make permanent decisions *Unless it's tattoo's* But i think that there's so many more guys out in the world but I just don't ever think that i'll meet that perfect guy. *because he probably doesn't exist* And if i have to choose from the selection of guys that i know now, i don't think there's anyone that i could choose that would make me at least 80% happy. saddenning.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Love that body

Can we focus on LOVING our bodies the way they are instead of trying to alter them so that we’ll love them? The same way we should love people for who they are and their imperfections, we should love our bodies for what they are, and all of our imperfections. They make us who we are. And I don’t want to be anybody else but me.


Monday, March 11, 2013

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