isn't it amazing how sometimes all you want to do is die?

...why do i do what i do?

happy fucking birthday matthewww! i hope you get lots of action or something.

roses are red
violets are blue
i'm sick of you telling me to "eat one"
so i made this entry for you.

p.s. everyone come to our mexican fiesta!

do you go to bed thinking about me?

cause i promise i go to bed thinking about you...

...some nights i can hardly sleep.

and it's love.

here's why i suck at christmas shopping.

a)  i keep finding things that i want for myself.  then i have to spend twenty mins convincing myself that i'm shopping for other people and i don't really need that.  two hours later i've only purchased three presents.

b) immediately after i purchase a gift, i second guess it.  then, half the time end i up ( Read more... )

i know i'm alone if i'm with or without you...

but, just being around you offers me another form of relief.

who goes to georgia for thanksgiving? me.

i'll miss you.
please just pretend that you'll miss me.

i've had it. i can't stand her i honestly can't. she can't just cut you down and let it go. she has to push it until you feel like you seriously want to go kill yourself and then maybe she'd stop. i'm 20 fucking years old, and it hasn't stopped. it'll never stop. some of you might think this is horrible, but i hate my mother.

i don't like the way i feel right now...at all. i feel very alone and unwanted, but i guess it's my own fault. i guess i expect too much and i'm unrealistic and too sensitive. i'd give up a lot to make things ok, to make people happy. and i guess it takes less to make me happy. it's my own fault. it's always my fault. i'm sick of myself.

me + him = <3

it is exactly one week until my twentieth birthday. i hope you've all decided on my presents already because i'm expecting big things.

also, i'd like to make it clear that if it rains on tuesday, october 5th...SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE.