I ignored the cramps in my fingers as I fervently knitted the hat I was making, pushing my pestering thoughts out of my head. Although this was a soothing activity, which was something I severely needed after being berated, it was also a mindless activity. I was trying to swaddle my bruised heart with the black yarn that gleamed with red sparkles, but it was futile. No amount of swaddling would heal my heart…I had to heal my heart myself. So I tentatively succumbed to my pestering thoughts, thinking that if I faced them head-on, I would be able to accept them better. When I started paying attention to my thoughts though, they became louder and overwhelming. I squeezed my eyes closed and began to think of something positive in a desperate attempt to push back the tears that I knew would soon be flooding my eyes. When I reopened my eyes, all I focused on were the needles in my sore hands, using the pain to create something warm and beautiful.
© 2015 Vic Romero
I now have twenty-two followers
On my new Tumblr
And I probably have diabetes
At least I know I don’t have melanoma
According to my new, hot doctor
How much disappointment
Can she swallow?
Shut up and don’t wallow
Dammit, she hasn’t texted me back
At least not yet
She must be busy
All this porn is making me dizzy
Horny as hell
And it’s freaking Christmas morning
My grandpa is sexting me
-I mean texting me
From across the room
I think her and I belong together
Like peanut butter and jelly
In her Facebook pictures, she looks so sexy…
Santa brought me naughty panties
Never mind this
Reblog the pornographic gifs
I’m so sick of this piece of shit
Wow, those are big tits
I feel like reminiscing a bit…
No, bad idea
Anyway, I’m over it
Discarded like trash
I’m used to it
Dammit, she still hasn’t texted me back
I’m selling my soul again
Downloaded a new app
Fuck this, I’m taking a nap
Blast my ears with this techno crap
Until this fucking holiday break is over
© 2013 VicRomero
Hope all you Americans had a great Thanksgiving. For those that are not American and/or did not celebrate Thanksgiving with a feast, I hope your Thursday was better than all the previous Thursdays of 2013.
My Thanksgiving was good. I went to my aunt’s house and told my entire family I got into college. I also impressed everyone with my vast knowledge.
Aside from that, the family gathering/feast was just okay. I prayed (whoo Christianity), ate more than I should’ve (like a good American should) and excessively shivered because I was cold and uncomfortable sitting on a hard wooden chair. Eating exhausted me so I took a nap with my head on the table. After my nap I finished the Rainbow Boys trilogy, and watched my cousin flirt with her boyfriend.
My family kept teasing me because I wore a blazer…they were like: good luck at the job interview, Victoria! *snicker behind hands*
I don’t understand that. When I had red/blue/purple/green hair, they didn’t make any jokes. They were probably just jealous of my poshness yesterday. They were all wearing jeans and sweaters, which is so not posh.