Well, kids, I'm off to San Tropez and Paris! I'll be back in two weeks!

Well, for those of you who are wondering what my last post was about, this entry is for you. My parents randomly picked me up early from school last wednesday and said that we were having a therapy appointment because "things hadn't been going so well". Maybe things hadn't been going so well between me and them, but for me personally I thought ( Read more... )

I have to say a big fat FUCK YOU to the following: FUCK YOU,
Dad, for lying to me about why the fuck we were going to that place and for getting in a fight with Sam's dad because you make up shitty stories. FUCK YOU,
Mom, for making stupid accusations, i.e. me being anorexic, and for not leaving me alone for one second. FUCK YOU,
Ruth, for pretending ( Read more... )

EVERYONE

should come to the art show tomorrow.
Its from 6-10 and the fashion show is at 7 in the fine arts gallery at LACHSA.

P.S.
I know the jazz show is on the same night. LAME.

Okay, so today was amazing. It started out with shit though. It took 3 hours to get to Alex's house on the bus due to the busses coming late/not coming at all/coming early. Which is bizarre seeing as its a 7 minute drive. Once I finally got to her house, she wasn't ready as usual, so we missed the bus to get the the movies. She felt bad and ( Read more... )

How come it is that when I don't have a boyfriend no one pays any attention to me. Then a couple boys do, and I have a boyfriend. Suddenly all these boys start getting all upset and disapointed even though they never showed any interest in the first place. What the fuck is up with that? I don't understand this... its WAY beyond confusing.

According to some therapist named Marsha I'm depressed and an alcoholic. Its fun being me.

Think of the worst thing that could happen. Oh look, it just did.