33: What do people call you?
Eliza. It’s my name. Some people call me Lizzie, and I hate that with a burning passion. I got called Ellie the other day and that was weird for me.
50: Are you a good artist?
No fucking way. I’m useless with a pencil. Can’t draw to safe my life. I can take an alright picture though!
69: Will next Friday be a good one?
Would not have a clue. I’ll probably be working to be honest. I do get paid that day though, so maybe it won’t be so bad.
2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
I am very much single. And confused.
28: What is something you currently want right now?
I want to be worthy. I want to mean something to people. Cause I’m sick of feeling like I’m not enough for people.
43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?
No I have not. I’ve been to the emergency room a few times but not in an ambulance.
60: Have you ever been to New York?
Not yet. Hopefully next year when Hana and I go the US, we’ll get to go for a few days.
I fucking hate my mind and what it’s capable of. And I hate you for always being in it, taunting me for never being enough.
I literally cannot wait until next year when thew0lfqueen and I get out of this place and get married in Vegas. Can we go tomorrow?
I’m not sad. Not at all. But for some reason I just can’t seem to pull out of this fucked up mindset that I’m never enough. For my family, for my boss, for my friends, and for you. I am never what they, and especially you, want. And it’s slowly destroying me.
All I want to do is go on road trips and have sex
I’m an idiot.
My talents include being able to identify every one of the 5000 songs on my iPod by the first chord and eating more than the rest of my family combined