I guess I always find "about me"s difficult to write because I either sound like I belong on myspace or someone who tries too hard to be profound. I'll start with the basics: My name's Ramelcy, and I'm from a little place you might have heard of known as New York City. I consider myself a Feminist and have an opinion on just about anything and everything. My tumblr is my own and no one else's so I'll post whatever quotes, rants, pictures, and random bullshit that I want. I guess it provides a bit of insight to who I am or at least I think I am? Don't hesitate to say hello. Follow and enjoy or not ?
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
It really feels like shit is getting much worse before it even gets better.
Trying to keep my head above water & my shit together. (Sigh.)
Bleh. I hate feeling like this.
Tumblrrrr won’ttttt lettt meee possstttt picturressss.
Sad Ramelcy is SAD.
I hate people who are always negative.
It’s like if bitches put half the energy they put into being negative into something else, they would actually be going places.
I’m so over these simple minded bitches. Simple bitches are a no-no.
I realized I expect so much from myself.
I’m definitely my own harshest critic, and of all the people I don’t want to disappoint, I’m often trying my hardest to not disappoint myself. I never want to sell myself short, and it’s so hard to be content with what I’m achieving when there’s a little voice in my head saying I can always push myself to do more.
I’m trying so hard not to just shut down and push everyone away.
Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.
The Type of Restlessness You Can’t Sleep Off.
I’m just so tired.
I’m tired of dealing with people who frustrate me…
Tis’ why I’m only focusing on me, my goals, and bettering myself.
I already know this year will be a challenge, and as much I love challenges, I can’t help but want to have a schedule filled with vacant spots and studies.
But I refuse to wallow in self-pity. ON THAT NOTE. LEHHGO. I may not be completely “ready” for this year, but no doubt I’m going to give it my fucking all because I’m sure it will ultimately pay off.
Yes. Feeling like this though:
