So here’s the thing. I have problems about the way I look, just like everybody have.

There’s bad days, good days and days where I want to end it all, because I can’t stand hearing what people are saying about me and my body anymore. I am overweight. And I truly mean that. I’m not one of those girls that freak over the fact that their thighs touch each other. Bitch my thighs have touched each other all my life. They’re best friends. Not trying to be a bitch, it’s just makes me angry when skinny girls complain about being fat, when us fat people dream of looking like you.

Anyway, my best friend knows about how I feel about myself. I don’t talk about it often, but he knows. I’ve been in a relationship for about two months now, and apparently my ex found out and decided to spam my email with “You’re fucking ugly. he will never love you. You’re fat. Cow. bitch.” And other things about my weight. He’s not a very nice guy and we only dated for two weeks.

I like to think that these words don’t hurt me, but deep down they do. I told my best friend about this (over email ‘cause he lives in america and I’m stuck in Denmark) It was a pretty long email, going from me being all sad then angry then pissed and then sad again. He just wrote back “You are beautiful.”

I had to laugh.

1.) I wrote him a three page novel and I get a three words reply.

2) He’s blind :)

I stated the obvious here. And this was what he wrote back (I copied and pasted, man so enjoy the words of my best friend):

Mie, I don’t have to see to know that you’re beautiful. I’ve known you for years now. I know how you react to different things. How you treat people. How offended you get when people don’t understand your sarcasm. How you can get lost in your own mind for hours. How funny you are. How fucking lazy you are. Even though you love being around people you just want to sit alone in your room sometimes. How you hate it when girls complain over being ugly when you think it’s not true. Then think that maybe they really have issues with themselves. Then you regret what you said. And then you’ll say sorry to the Facebook picture of them. How sometimes you pretend to be famous, then think that that’s ridiculous. Then you’ll look around to see if anybody’s watching you, and then sit back and keep dreaming. Yes, I know these things about you. I know you. And you’re clearly beautiful on the inside, and I can only assume that it shines through. Maybe I’m not the blind one here :).

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Well this sucks.

All of my header pictures looks absolutely awful. But they were all I had — still have — so there’s really nothing I can do about it. Makes me sad :( At least new visitors will know that the quality of the photos are about as bad as rest of the blog. Enjoy reading crap.

I even have one that’s just black. Wtf is up with that? *sigh*.

(This was a rant, more to come I’m sure.) 

I Hate #6

The ‘Daily Post Limit’ on Tumblr. It sucks. Means that I can’t annoy my followers with pictures of cute puppys/kittens and the occasional one of George Clooney (he is so freaking hot.) Can’t start blogging again until three hours.

So now I’ll annoy you! :D

My Tumblr, if you’re interested. Also known as “my life”.

So Yeah…

I know I haven’t posted a lot here — not that anyone cares, I just feel the need to apologize to all of the ninjas reading this. I’ve been extremely busy, not by anything productive mind you, no I’ve been on Tumblr. Once you’re in, there’s no way out.

I’ve changed my theme 46675786 times the last couple of weeks, but now I am a nature/animal/food kind off blog. So if you enjoy looking at things that’ll make you go “awwww” or “ohhhh” Check it out.

It’s pretty much my life right now, yeah…

THIS IS MY TUMBLR. COME ON CLICK ME. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. TOUCH ME.