I don't care how drunk I am, or what you believe I said. I meant every word...how your friends are more important and that I'm not worth the three of them. You can deny it all you want, but they're bitter...

I love you too much to let you hurt yourself.
I'm not sorry.

Hurrah! My mother just tried to kick me out of the house.
"You have two weeks to get out of here"...I'm fifteen mom. Is that legal?
My dad put his foot down, so I'm semi-safe. Not that he's EVER home.

I had an amazing birthday, I won't lie. It's a first, yet there's still something bothering me - something horrible on my mind.
The ONLY person I really, really hoped to at least hear from, never even called.
I guess they didn't know.
I love you.

[But really, I had a great birthday...]

Today is the third day of 'Nashmaka' and Carlee and I are sitting in the basement watching Much Countdown. I couldn't ask for anything better. After work, my friends and boyfriend will be filing into the house for cake for perfectly sober fun. (Something which this weekend has lacked- SOBER fun ( Read more... )

Who ever thought to say that a drunked fling can't ever work, was wrong.
- this makes me very happy

I've never felt so sorry for something that happened that long ago. It wasn't until today I realized he didn't deserve what I gave him and I think - I think you do, but it's something I can't give you now. It's too late. If I could go back, I would, and I hope you know that.

This is my way of saying I love you.

Sears Auditions - I couldn't believe it. I didn't freeze, though I was extremely out of breath from having run to get my audition sheet. Either way, I got through it without trouble. All is good in the world. (Even though I won't get a part, at least I have the satisfaction of knowing I didn't mess up ( Read more... )

So, I confronted her...actually, lets rephrase that. I walked out of drama class, having been pushed too far over the edge and was forced to talk to her when she found me sitting outside the doors with Nathan ( Read more... )

-"What's right for one will always be wrong for another...-

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for a single thing I've done.

I have one thing to say, in the form of a very, very angry paragraph.

DRAMA IS NOTHING, and I mean, NOTHING WITHOUT CATE ROBERTS.The new drama teacher is a fucking tool. I swear to god, if she doesn't get her head out of her ass by tomorrow, I'm dropping the course. In drama, correct me if I'm wrong, you're supposed to do DRAMA. Acting, movement ( Read more... )