i hate all my clothes. i hate it when my body changes and i have to buy new things. nothing fits. uh. i hate my hips and my waist and my boobs. i hate my arms. i hate my little round belly. uh. i'm like a toddler with tina turner's legs and giant tits.

i was, when i first moved there and it felt big and i felt grown-up i need to move again, soon, i need to take my test and jet. my mother is terrible. she just is. she's awful.

nervous breakdowns are super fun, just ask my whole entire family.

sometimes things are so perfectly perfect and fun and amazing that all the shitty stuff you stress over seems worth it. like some kind of toll or something. yesterday was "it".

um uh, pretty sure i want to move away again, i've been home three weeks and i'm already real over it ( Read more... )

tomorrow, it's party-time, no excuses, everyone will come.
10 pm sharp,
dress accordingly

I'm funna gradiate on Friday, so that means gimungwad partay at my hizzy in Saggy on Saturday.
It's gunna be an Intergalactic Rap Battle, fools; so dress accordingly.
Starts at 10pm
Brews and vino will be provided.

my mom is crazy pants. i need to stay at someone's. any offers?

jake: what's, "pro bono" mean?
me: for free.
jake: haha, well in that case can i eat that cookie, pro bono?

p.s. sorry about the potential lack of presents, guys. i'm too poor for christmas.

all i really want is to graduate, i hate this shit so much ( Read more... )