So I just found out that my dad and stepmom read and print out entries from my livejournal. Here's a big FUCK OFF and STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS.

And for your information Father, I DID need the surgery. How would you feel if you grew up with only one testicle?

Let me re-emphasise this; LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

Does anyone read this anymore? Life is beautiful and terrible and I'm stuck. What about you?

I have a really cool boyfriend.
I have a really cool truck.
I've lost a lot of really cool weight.
I'm joining the really cool Marines.

My life is really cool, in case you hadn't noticed.

I feel like shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit

Lowest self esteem I've ever had.

Give me 3 months and everything will be perfect.

Week one = -10lbs

My life is about to rock and you have no idea.

So easily swayed, so easily tossed aside. Constant ponderings of what is what, who is who, is this that? Acknowledgement, please. My soul can only be shattered a small amount of times before I begin cutting people with the shards. My last straw is already failing me. Persuasion is apparently too easy of a task for such a dumb blonde ( Read more... )

Intertwined like the ripples drifting lazily across the still night lake, the only sound to be heard of the gentle rustling leaves in the tall, tall trees. The threads of our lives sewn together, stitched at the hems, glued in some places to keep from leaking. No matter where we go, it will always be there, a gorgeous tapestry draped across the ( Read more... )

Options for the day. I can;

A.) Sleep
B.) Not sleep

It's such a tough decision.

Some people really are just emotionally unstable. It kinda makes me laugh, and I often wonder why it doesn't bother me more than it does. I mean he's like my best friend. And yet I don't care.

My nails might be long but my soul is longer