February 2012
mols:
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after...
A Few Good Men is an excellent movie.
I’m watching Midnight in Paris. Why would I do that? I’m so depressed now!
I FELL LIKE, I REALLY LIKE MY GRADE. AND I DONT MIND THAT I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL WITH THEM FOR THE NEXT FOUR YEARS BECAUSE I THINK THEYRE ALL GREAT. GOOD NIGHT.
Oh bugga, should I not have said that? I feel like a perfect arss.
Also, I got asked to prom today? hehe
This man came into my government class today with his two daughters and his wife. He was in WWII and he was telling us how his troop was the first troop to go into one of the concentration camps when the war was ending and save some of the prisoners in the camp. He said they all looked like skeletons, because they hadn’t eaten but they weren’t allowed to give them food because if they...
Good news is when you have a morning this bad it can only can better from here.
I’m going to use FRIENDS to tune out the noise of my parents talking bad about me in their room.
SO. I thought I was getting in the shower to feel better and kind of forget about everything for at least ten minutes…but then my mom came into my bathroom and yelled at me WHILE I WAS SHOWERING.
If any of you have an extra room I could possibly stay in. Preferably a place where I can take a shower in peace, please let me know. Thank you.
pussyriot:
annamariasanchez:
My eyes hurt.
My head hurts.
My heart hurts.
Eat a cheeseburger.
I’m a vegiterrean…so then my stomach would hurt hehe.
My eyes hurt.
My head hurts.
My heart hurts.
grilledcheesesandwiches:
that awkward moment when you have so much to do that you dont even know where to start so you just dont do anything
I mean why use make up remover when you can just cry all your make up off.
It’s times like these when I need a diary to talk about my feelings. Or a shrink. Either one will do.
Freshman Year:
I didn’t try hard enough. I got OK grades. My parents got mad at me.
Sophomore Year:
I still didn’t try hard enough. I was told that if I didn’t improve in my grades, I would be taken out of dance. Second report card came out, my grades didn’t improve. I got taken out of dance. I hated my parents. My parents hated me. I tried harder. I got my grades up....
The best part of this situation is that she came into my room and listed every single thing I have done wrong, every single mistake I have ever made, and every thing I have ever failed at since I was a freshman.
Of all the conversations I have ever had with my mother, I don’t think she has ever made me feel as shitty and worthless as I do right now.
I got a speeding ticket today.
And now my mom is telling me that she doesn’t think I’m ready to go to college because if I can’t be a responsible driver I won’t do well living on my own.
Day 1 of no peanut butter.
The fact that I have 53 days left of highschool….
I just don’t understand the bachelor. It’s like your dating a guy…but hes dating other women…so he’s basically cheating on you…but theyre okay with it…?
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty too.
