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Death.
I've always wondered what it would be like to die.. I'm afraid of it, but most willing to accept the offer. Lately things have been too much for me to handle. Dreams of horrific things.. dreams of death. I've given up a lot lately.. I've let my guard down more with Enrique, being as though we hadn't argued in a while. I've allowed myself to get ( Read more... ) -
Peeves
Nothing bothers me more than when people purposely talk shit right in front of you as if you aren't there. Especially when I can hear just about anything. It seems when I am actually trying to be a part of something we're not a group. When I am doing something completely different, they all decide to give tips on what they can do better. I don't ( Read more... ) -
So that's how it is..
I ask my friend monica for a favor. A very simple one at that. I asked her to go to the local college she attends and grab a catalog for me. Being that I live far away and I don't know my way around, she was closer and more able to make the trip. I understand she was tired from work but she could have said "Jen, I'll get it tomorrow morning and ( Read more... ) -
Hmm....so..technically yesterday.
I had a BBQ/Pool party. I had a good time I guess. I couldn't sleep and neither could Enrique and he kept on waking me up *rolls eyes* ugh.. So we finally sat around and complained as to how thirsty we were.. About an hour later I get up and go to my moms room and swipe water.. Ahhh.. So good. Monica brought Joe... which is okay I guess.. I don't ( Read more... ) -
Dedications:
Damian London (Person who I will always need)PARAMORE LYRICS ( Read more... )