HappyWilkie

Can someone explain American Horror Story to me?

I’m confused. 

These are the types of comments that RUIN my day. These were all left by the same person. 

avrilrockz5 - Feel free to go to their channel and report them. 

*Oh shit! It’s a female! I thought it was a man! Wtf, those bushy eyebrows threw me way off and so did that double chin. oh well, maybe next time she would present herself nicely and it wouldn’t be so confusing.

*You make me want to puke..literally.

*Wait, wait, wait, wait.. um in the vid you were saying some guy was passing judgement on ur parents becuz of ur weight. yea he is right becuz ur fat as hell and not even close to a healthy weight. tht is part of ur parents fault becuz they let you get that big. they should of never let u ate so damn much nd as u were getting fat as hell they should of noticed nd put u on a diet and make u exercise. ur parents are a FAIL!

*I hope one of those meds are diet pills.

*lol things that make you upset, but you can’t control…your weigth. wtf r u tlking about u can control ur weight, but u dnt becuz obviously ur a fat ass. but i guess that mustache helps to sum up that you are a lazy fat fuck. and holy shit ur 25! i thought you were like 13! nd dude ppl would mistake ur scars for stretch marks becuz ur so damn huge!

Sometimes I think having a nightmare is better then dreaming about being in love. People who know me personally know that my dreams are really intense and the ones about love are no exception. I know that the explanation of this dream isn’t going to make sense to any of you but I need to write it down.

In this dream I was with someone. He looked like someone I know but I don’t think that’s relevant to the dream I just think my mind used him because he’s someone I admire and trust. I could feel everything. I could feel the connection that we had. I could feel him touch me (not sexually). Like REALLY feel it. He was telling me that he had to leave and that we only had one night together so we slept side by side all night. At one point in the dream I was watching him sleep and I was touching his face, his hair, and kissing his nose, lips, and forehead. It was as if I was trying to tell myself that he was really there.

The next, day before he had to leave, my brother (I don’t know why he was there) came in and was talking to this guy (He was telling in the plans of how they were going to go the airport and they had a few more things to pack). At this point in the dream I had my back to him. I very slowly reached my hand back behind me and found his. While my brother was talking (he thought I was sleeping) we just laid there and held hands. He knew he had to leave but he didn’t want to get up. He kept saying “I have to go.” but never left and then he would kiss my cheek or my hair. We kept intertwining our fingers and then untangled them. Then we would be palm to palm and then intertwine them again. I never moved. I just laid there with my eyes closed as if I was trying to remember the moment forever.

I woke up from this dream and started crying and now I can’t stop.

I think the part I hate the most was that I could actually feel his hand on my hand. I could feel him breathing, I could feel his hair, and the stubble on his face…and in the dream I was so happy and so in love and as I was starting to wake up those feelings left. I didn’t feel happy anymore and that’s all I want in my life right now. The fact that I feel so happy in a dream that wasn’t real, with someone that wasn’t real breaks my heart. Why can’t I feel like that when I’m awake?

I just want to be happy.

I sound like a moron.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Why do people get so mad when you tell them you are a virgin and why all the fat jokes? My weight has nothing to do with my decision not to engage in sexual activity. If I wanted to have meaningless sex then I could. I CHOOSE not to. I don’t need to have sex with every person on the street because it’s how “society” does it. I’m a classy lady and I refuse to let you think that MY sexual endeavors have anything to do with you. So, next time you want to “make fun” of me for being a virgin look down at your gonorrhea ridden genitalia and tell you don’t wish you would have waited.

RANT OVER.