I’ve been walking around the house with a basketball in my shirt for 30 minutes pretending I am pregnant.
I am in that ‘omg I want to be an adult and be married and have babies’ phase. I think I was born to be a mum. I just want to be a mum. I love children and I want to pop out 398494 of them and I want to be married because I think marriage is beautiful and I want to have my own family and host dinner parties and step on lego that my children leave on the floor and make beds and cook dinners and vacuum and change nappies and help them with homework and go for family walks and play soccer in the backyard and teach them to read and drive and explore and go on vacations and have arguments and give cuddles and help them when they are sad and all the other things.
Doesn’t it sound wonderful? I have to have a billion children one day.
Today was not good.
Also I am sick of repeating myself 38473874 times because people don’t fucking listen. Why don’t you put down your fucking phone or stop watching the tv and focus on the fucking words coming out of my mouth.
ALSO everyone just needs to stop being giant fucks.
I’m jealous that my brother has been with his girlfriend for almost two years and I haven’t dated someone for longer than 2 months.
I am still more fabulous compared to him.
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