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| OOOh gurl look at that herrrr. I want that when my hair grows out.
Love it!
Ugh I'm so bored. I just figured out how to post pictures on here now with my mac so thats good, yay! I don't know what to talk about, so I'm just gonna listen to some awesome music and chill. | | |
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This is what I want to look like this summer, and...
I would love to have this silhouette.
But I would love to do something about my upper lip too, like Kiera Knightley
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My future husband :) | | |
| I hate it when people lie. Friends, family, who ever. I feel like I can’t trust anyone. Some people in my world don’t know how I feel about this subject. I ‘ve been lied to a lot in the past and I just don’t want to put my trust into anyone then be taken advantage of. Being picked on is another thing I hate. I’m not your puppet, so stop picking at me. I want to live my life with people I can trust, and yes, I’m sensitive, I might take things personally but hey I can’t help it, it’s just who I am, but I do have a sense of humor, it just might not be the same as yours. Why can’t you get over that and accept who I am? This might sound like angst but I just don't have anywhere to vent. Writing is my only way... or in this case, typing. I like being left alone. I do just fine with no one around. Watch, I'm gonna be a spinster. I mean I like being left alone yet, I can't stand not having people around. I hate it when people have something against me. I try not to start any sort of conflict but sometimes people have some sort of something against me, and I try to avoid that. And I try to avoid being lied to or picked on, when I see it coming I walk away, and that might sound like I'm running from my fears but I have stuck up for myself and that just makes me look like a fool. And TRUST me I am not scared of making myself look like a fool but when I do it and there is no resolution to come of it, I just feel ridiculous, and feeling stupid..well you might as well call yourself stupid. But I guess thats what life is, stupidity. If life consist of that then I'm a genius, or an explorer of life's great reasons.. Even though I havn't gotten much experience physically, I believe intellectually I'm more experienced than a lot of people my age. Well at least I hope I am, cause if I'm not then damn, I've wasted so much time. My life is filled with ifs, ands, buts.... and contradictions. Please don't hate me and please don't use me or take advantage of me. If you are then please take acting lessons and hide it, cause I've taken the punch one to many times. I'm hurt and disappointed with a lot of people I've known. I can't stand the mask my friends put on in front of me, they're ugly. I just hate second guessing everyone I know and having the feeling of disappointment every time I do something with them. I'm not naive. I'm not. So stop acting. Stop performing a never ending show that know one cares about and please stop trying to persuade me and convince me that you have a reason to be sad. Look at me I havn't got a thing in my life I can really count on. Nothing. Stop trying your fucking hardest to make me look like a clown. Fuck you, who ever you are, I know who you are, but I just want to make you look like a fool. | | |
| Right now I feel like should check into rehab....I don't know why I've been feeling so shitty lately. I don't drink, so maybe it's a food hangover, lol, is there such a thing? I need a shower. pronto. This morning it supposedly snowed but I didn't see it cause I was asleep, I didn't fall asleep until 2:30, I have insomnia, I've had insomnia since like this summer. It takes me forever to fall asleep. I wish I had time to take a shower every morning, but I already get up at 6:50 so that would mean I would probably have to get up at 4, maybe 5, if I wanted to look decent. I need to study today, I think I may go to the library today again, I have a quiz in french class tuesday. I should make flash cards. So I'm thinking shower, and then study. I didn't wake up until 11:30, I hate waking up late, I feel like my day is wasted. Time flies by so fast who wants to waste it? | | |
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