I am honestly so sick of my life.
I’m sick of being treated like I mean nothing to no one.
Do I really deserve this? Am I really that awful of a person?
Found these in my room
I got a pair of red pants today.
If only I had the courage to talk to him… Story of my life.
My mom used to read me pop-up books. And I used to think that my life was a pop-up book. And someone else was just reading it. Reading about my problems, adventures, people I meet..
Gah. I was definitely weird when I was little.
I am actually depressed that I ran out of homework to do.. Meh. I have an awesome social life. :D
I want to move far far away from here. And live with Mark Anthony. We can get our own house/apartment and finish college and then make beautiful babies. I can’t wait. (: ♥
YAY! My life is exciting.. Not.