December 2009
17 posts
>.<’
who gives a fuck anymore? — not me, but you knwo what i give a fuck about? — you.
i miss you, so fucking much,
fuhh meee life. >.>’
school,
pain in thee ass.
i miss you,
too much,
fuckk.
bold what you have. italize what you want. done...
monstersamongus:
loquacious-:
doublebagel:herbutterflykisses: ashleyrawr: alllison: twokidsonelovee: entwinedintime: brittaniewho: hopelessromance: beccabites629:
1. A cell phone.
2. A hair straightener.
3. Your own computer.
4. Your own car.
5. Chanel/Dior/Gucci sunglasses.
6. A designer purse.
7. A boyfriend/girlfriend.
8. A curling iron.
9. Every Fall Out Boy CD.
10. Something...
Nope. Still don't like his change.
nothingpersonalblog:
fuckmylife, ! D:
nothingpersonalblog:
i really dont know,
i love you,
i hate you,
i really dont know.
ftw, i made that (: !
nothingpersonalblog:
fml, i wish you knew what i feel.
i’m sorry, i cant believe you anymore, i cant the ‘allowance’ i recieve from you. i cant stand you being a big fake; i need to run away. -.- but i just cant, because i dont think i can abandon my family, even thought i want to oh so badly. fml.
who do you like better?
rmaryzcanhardcoredance:
electriclaugh:
| rocketsunshine | cityofwonderx | tiny-dancer | prescribedpills | alannanoel | chasethatrabbit: | laurendanielle | juicespringsteen | notrichsopretty | sauvignonblanc | annahinks:
A Day to Remember or Theory of a Deadman?
3OH!3 or Daft Punk?
Akon or Sean Kingston?
Rihanna or Beyonce?
Owl City or Death Cab for Cutie?
Taylor Swift or Carrie...
fuck this, i’ll just cry myself to sleep tonight, okay? ):
i cant live anymore, i can die if i wanted to,
i could kill my self,
fuck the suicide hotline,
all i really wantt is you right now,
i need a shoulder to cry one,
i need someone to hug me and tell me ‘its going to be alright.”
apparently, theres no one in the fucking world can help my worries anymore, i’ll...
sorry but its the truth.
i miss you christofer <3 D:
nothingpersonalblog:
I love you so fucking much, why cant you just accept it,? I love you so fucking much, why couldnt you love me the exact same way as I love you?
November 2009
20 posts
i love her so fucking much, i cant describe it. <3 i wish you knew this all, but , you dont, D:
vv This is for my 'Who'd I like to know' shit on...
:) Would you like to know who’d like to know? — I’d like to know someone who wouldnt be a big waste of my time, I want to know someone who’d love every flaw of me and if thurr was a bad flaw of mine, he’d make it seem like a good one. I want to know someone who’d hug me when my day was the worst of all time. I’d like to find my prince charming. I would...
I need a new perprective.
I hate that everyone...
i love the smile on your precious face. i love the sparkles in your eyes. i love the fact that you make me happy. i love every flaw of yours, no matter how bad you think it is. i love the way you giggle and how we act so silly sometimes. i love the way you are. just made to perfection. i love you.
“And here we go again
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To...”
– Paramore’s Here We Go Again ,
a journal, but not a private one. tumblr. (: a place to vent, but not a private place. it’s peaceful and quiet, but still, you get critizied ALOT. anyways, this is like, terrible. D: i hate things that just can get worst and worst. but whatever, it’s life. like out of nowhere, there would be a text message saying ‘jamie, iloveyou’, from about just anyone, but whatever, like...
fuck it, :D
“what’s you do if you loved your best friend, but she didnt love you like you loved her?—more than a best friend ??”
thai tea w/ boba , text messages, nevershoutenever , cellular, hippie bands, wish-bracelet from camp = :D A day @ Chinatown, ;P
you made my little sister cry, everytime you’re here, get the fuck out of my house. i hate you.
You're ok. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes....
fuckyeahhlove:
(via i wrote this for you)
Sometimes, life is defying you and your gravity. Somehow you just have to put a force so the evil wont take you. Thats exactly what I’m trying to do , at the moment.
Fuck love, :D
Uhg, holy fuck
I fucking hate life. It’s two more days ‘til Thanksgiving, and not enjoying eht. I wanna see new moon, but who gaf about me? >:| Uh, I seriously need therapy or some other fucking shit. I know, no one will FUCKING read this, but who am I saying? Maybe one person out thur is reading this. I dont keep a journal, so like, this is my journal, that is forrgotten alot. anyways, got a...
Pain and Guilt
Pinching, hair pulling, smacking, hitting, hurting. Thats all a mother can do, to abuse her child for losing a check book. Its all she can do, while my best friend was in the other room while I screamed, and cried. Nothing more, nothing less.
Fuck life.
October 2009
4 posts
Ponder, Wonder, Ponder.
I know, epic fail. Epic fail, but then, I have a huge confession to make.
Your going to keep me wondering— day and night, a whole twnety four hours, pondering and pondering until me a yes or no answer. Do you love me the way I love you? & I know you know the way I love you. I just know you do. I cant stop wondering until you tell me EXCACTLY what you think. I really truely think this...
Wow,
this really isnt so incredble,
although I really want it to be.
So like, I dont know anymore, I love you. But then, some people absolutly think I’m stupid to be eleven and bisexual. It seems their right, it’s stupid, but then, no one else can change me and my dreams, hopes and love. So at the moment, I really dont know, if I’m absolute to do this. So Garrrr! >.<’
...
I dont know how to feel anymore. This is my little journal now, right? OK. So like I was saying, I dont know how to feel anymore. Should I feel the feeling of guilt, or just the terrible feeling of depression. I dont know, I guess there is nothing to feel for me. Should I be mad at Cupid for shooting his arrow at me and making me fall in love with someone who really, truely does no actually love...
This sucks dick, alot. I have a project due soon....