being popular in real life is a lot different than being popular online.
twitter - a whopping 18 followers. which is more than expected because I didn't start to even understand twitter until about three days ago.
instagram - 199 followers. thats a good solid number. I really don't really expect to get any more than that. other than the fact that my best friend doesn't follow me. jerk. okay joke.
facebook - 1,128 friends. only because I can add people too.
blogger - 12 followers. twelve. I'm okay with twelve. there are many personal blogs with a couple thousand. I would get scared. or go writing crazy.
attempting more social media accounts then the ones that I already have seems like a daunting task. I am not ready.
real life friends are great. even better a real life boyfriend is great. online hand holding just doesn't sound nice.
she dances in her pajamas with people in animal costumes.
everyone in their life time needs to deal with breaking up with some one, being broken up with, and having the break up be mutual.
I'm going to start with the latter. having a break up be mutual is actually extremely refreshing. we are legitimately friends.
being broken up with. it sucks, I won't sugar coat it. I'm talking full on out of the blue (to you) break up. your heart is crushed (heart can't be broken, it's a muscle, therefore it can only be crushed) you are crying, sad, and lonely. all you want to do is watch reruns of (insert favorite show here) and eat. I was blessed when I had this happen to me, I told my mom and she ran to the store and bought me popsicles, mashed potatoes, and spicy naco doritos. it sucked for ten days. now I'm fine.
in my opinion breaking up with someone is by far the most difficult. I will never forget the guy who passed out on my doorstep. there was a guy who I broke up with while I was on morphine, easiest of all my breaking-up-with break ups. and there was the gem who made me listen to a twenty minute song before he would let me say anything, because it described how perfect we were together.
now for the one that no one knows about. break up with the fantasy boy or girl who occupies your lonely mind. he or she doesn't exist. face it the perfect person for you won't be perfect. this is okay, because you are not perfect either.
Mega-successful people don't dwell on their failures; they treat them as learning opportunities. Think, what if that bad break up was the best thing that ever happened to you.