I love my new job.

I love my new co-workers.

My boyfriend is effortlessly amazing.

I love my life.

Long haired girl with bright eyes. Pale skin and a nice sense of style. Where have you put your faith? Placed on a dusty counter top. Stashed away in between your cds and magic markers ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving, bless the turkey and pass the salt ( Read more... )

Eric makes me a happy person.

Thank goodness for good people with good sense.

My days spent with Eric are my days best spent. We have fun with each other wherever we go. He gives me good advice when others aid me in the wrong direction.

I was Minnie Mouse. He, "Scuba Steve."
I feel closer to people who really matter.

I'm separating myself from all dishonesty, and living a life to suit only my needs.

I am self-aware. It makes my stomach hurts and my blood pump faster.

The smell of coals is stuck in my nostrils and the pain of work is stuck to my feet.
Eleven:eleven, let me wish for a good day tomorrow.

My life has been filled with nothing but bad fortune.
I change my mind.
Eleven:eleven bring me back to fifteen. I was happy then.

I just had my first psycho girlfriend moment with Eric. Ha
Fuck those bitches.

I'm eighteen. I have a tattoo. And I buy cigarettes. I want to go out of town with my boyfriend. We spend a lot of time together. I love every second.

I feel superficial on here. No wonder why I stopped.

My boyfriend is perfect. I just wrote an entire page of what made him so perfect but my superstition made me erase it ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot lately that I always get the shit end of the stick.

A few things happen yesterday to make me believe that I really didn't.

And then you proved me right.
I really hate being trapped in this body of Chelsea Meredith Whitfield.

I can't stop thinking about you.

-Make it stop.