my birthday, ruled.

my boyfriend, rules.

my friends, rule.

i rule. the end.

Don't rain on my parade bro. Im so over everything about you and all your empty words. I was upset and melodramatic for a few days, but I've since snapped out of it and realized you are not worth my tears. You're a lying junkie I shouldn't have wasted my time with in the first place. Have a nice life living in your moms basement with your fat ( Read more... )

my mom's complete attitude towards me has changed, as if somehow i'm no longer the black sheep of the family. it has me confused, yet i'm enjoying the attention i feel i never got growing up. it's nice to be on the receiving end of something positive these days. i just wish i could receive positive energy from myself, as i find i feel i am ( Read more... )

there's nothing better than the sweet aroma of a summer's end ( Read more... )

i am a mess. i miss the simpler days of fighting over who would get to sit next to who on the bus ride to school. i miss when the biggest money problem was leaving your lunch money at home and having your mom drop it off. i miss when work was replaced with play. i miss riding bikes in the summertime, selling lemonade on the street corner, and ( Read more... )

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