I'm so tired of this same old same old, every day.

I tell myself tomorrow will be different; I won't do it tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes, and I let it happen.

It's as if I don't care, when I care more than I even understand

If I could go back in time and meet my 12 year old self, I'd give her a hug, and try to tell her that what she thinks will help, will only damage her future. I'd tell her to worry about having fun and to be a kid, 'cause if she doesn't, she'll miss out on a lot of really good things. Because one day you'll be grown, and will have lost many years to ( Read more... )

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My mom just asked me why I can't like "butterflies and pretty things." like, why couldn't I have gotten a "cute butterfly tattoo on my lower back like all the girls do ( Read more... )

DEAR LIVE JOURNAL:

When do I start seeing myself the way other people seem to see me?

Love, JULIE

I seriously hate my father.

I am just a glutton for [self] punishment, aren't I ( Read more... )

I can't even type in here what I want to say because that would be admitting things I don't want to. I can't even write it in a private entry. i can't say things. Or type them.

I'm miserable.

moo.

egg salad (don't even like eggs)
bacon (wtf?)
hot wings (oh god pleeeeaseeee)
pizza
pancakes
steak and shake chocolate mint milkshake
chicken tneders from burger king
a big mac
cheesy gordita crunch from taco bell
a turkey sub
grilled hot dogs at a 4th of July picnic
chicken corn chowder
spaghetti

I DONT EVEN LIKE HALF OF THIS STUFF!

Wow worst mood ever earlier. Stupid uterus giving me problems.

Anyway...yeah. 8 days. I have 8 days. I need to work my ass off. Literally. If this doesn't happen, I don't know what I'll do.