One year ago this time, I was constantly with Jenna, Kylie, and Brianna. Constantly talking about how cute Steve was. How well we got along ( Read more... )

Since I just posted about "quit complaining", excuse me while I hipocritize all over the place right quick ( Read more... )

So here's the problem: QUIT COMPLAINING ( Read more... )

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

So. I'm exhausted. My head is killing me. Something's not right and I go from hot to cold. Haha my sexy Express jeans don't fit. I've got to lose weight. I've got to stop eating. I miss my ribs. I miss my hip bones. I miss skinny arms and sunken eyes. I miss the "You're so skinny!" comments. Yes I'm vain, yes I'm sick. Yes, there is so ( Read more... )

Ladies and Gentlemen ( Read more... )

I want out. Away from the superficial idiots (including myself). Away from the drugs. The abuse. The language. The lack of intellect. I'm sick of it. I want out.

The loneliness of smoking on a backporch and watching the auburn leaves fall is overwhelming. Disheartening, but somehow comforting. The somber rustling of leaves in the brisk wind...the wind that's only a precursor to the chill that'll be cutting through our coats, our clothes, freezing our little self-centered hearts. Somedays, my head hurts, ( Read more... )

So. So here's the thing. When there's no tragedy in your life, everyone else's tragedy doesn't really make sense. Quite frankly, The Wreck lately doesn't bother me. Chances are they were stoned. Chances are there was some lack of good decision-making that could have prevented this accident. I'm glad they're alright. Don't get me wrong. But ( Read more... )

So it's Tuesday but it feels like Monday and I hate Mondays and so I hate this Tuesday. This weekend was not spectacular...I stayed at Justin's Friday night after I saw Tilly and the Wall for the third time. I loved it. I slept better with him than I have with anyone else. I feel so close, so secure, so safe with him and it's comforting and I ( Read more... )