How I will always love you so. But it is time to move on. You've gotten so big, so fast.
25.9.11
5.9.11
Swag all night.
Me and Tim are gonna look like such pimps on Saturday night. His idea for our corsage/boutennaire is dope. We make such a good team.
4.9.11
When I can't even trust you to tell me the truth.
I seriously hate you right now. Like, go to hell. I have made excuse after excuse for my screw up brother long enough. I have always held his hand and said that he's the greatest. But he's just a liar. A big fat liar.
How many chances did I give you to tell me what happened? Too many. The fact that you think it's more important to cover your ass than to let me know when something bad happens to my pride and joy. I can't even believe you right now.
You hit my car, then tried to cover it up as if you had no idea what happened. As if someone had hit my car while I was parked and run away. I'm not a dip shit like you. Red paint from mom's car doesn't just magically find it's way onto the silver paint of mine where you just had to ruin every ounce of trust I ever had in you. Gone.
Don't even try and tell me that you didn't know. That's just insulting.
How many chances did I give you to tell me what happened? Too many. The fact that you think it's more important to cover your ass than to let me know when something bad happens to my pride and joy. I can't even believe you right now.
You hit my car, then tried to cover it up as if you had no idea what happened. As if someone had hit my car while I was parked and run away. I'm not a dip shit like you. Red paint from mom's car doesn't just magically find it's way onto the silver paint of mine where you just had to ruin every ounce of trust I ever had in you. Gone.
Don't even try and tell me that you didn't know. That's just insulting.
3.9.11
These worries are heavy.
Three day weekend, I love you. Even though it is laden with homework assignments, boo. I have a million things to get done. I can do this.
Last night was fun but I need to take a break. I came home and died on the floor, didn't even make it to my bed. How pathetic.
I'm so excited for homecoming.
1.9.11
Why are you so quiet?
That was just the question of the day. Everybody kept asking me, is something wrong?
No, nothing is wrong. Everything is just as it should be, and that's the problem. Today is just one of those days where I feel unhappy with everything.
31.8.11
Chest pains + tired AF
My other half, Jen, wants me to abandon this child blog of mine and start anew on tumblr. And I'm actually kind of considering it. The second part. I will never leave this blog to waste, although it will probably come to an end after my high school days are over.
Thee chest feels like it's con caving. It hurts from coughing and Nick Franze. Please don't do this to me. You promised me, no more games. I know you promised that before everything else happened, but I think it still applies. Okey?
Overall, today was a negative 2.
Thee chest feels like it's con caving. It hurts from coughing and Nick Franze. Please don't do this to me. You promised me, no more games. I know you promised that before everything else happened, but I think it still applies. Okey?
Overall, today was a negative 2.
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