February 2011
January 2011
I don’t know how to react when people tell me about others talking about me when I’m not around. I find it rude and childish. Especially when said person knows nothing about me. Instead of assuming you know who I do and don’t love, how about you find out a little bit about me first? Like did you know about my father’s cancer? Did you know I find new books, dvds, etc. in the...
“Life is one big road with lots of signs. Don’t complicate your mind. Flee from...”
–
Bob Marley
I'd just like to thank you...
for making me feel like shit.
fuck you.
The time has come for colds and overcoats...
It’s snowing outside. I’m cold, bored, craving some nicotine, and cuddled up under my electric blanket with Shmee. Me: 0
Winter: 1
And, I would also like to add that...
I can not fucking wait till I wake up in the morning and eat the mothafuckin bagel I have been craving all week.
That is all.
I am truly disgusted with everyone. And I mean that from the bottom of my slowly deteriorating heart.
My New Years Eve Consisted of...
Standing in the rain, while filling my car with gas for all the places I knew I’d have to drive.
Smoking cigarettes in my car, waiting for the boys to get off work.
Waiting for my friends to tell me which house to drive to.
Being forced to feel a slutty girl’s ten day old fake tits.
Getting a New Years pat on the shoulder instead of a kiss (HAHAHA).
Staying sober while everyone...