February 2012
172 posts
I'll just say this, and then I have nothing more...
This whole situation really sucks and hurts more than anyone could ever imagine. But knowing that you don’t love me and that you never did, knowing that you lied to me about it for a year and a half….well it actually makes me feel a little better and makes this all easier. Now that I know what we had wasnt really, even though I thought it was, it makes it easier for me to move on.
Ariel
so teresa wants me to dye my hair red, like really red. ariel red.
its a little bold, but I think I might do it just to see what it looks like. I can always dye it back.
Maybe I’ll wait until summer though…
Its sad to say that I hope one day I will be able to call my substance abuse a problem. Its just so much easier to say all of my problems are because I’m under the influence 24/7 rather than because I’m just fucked up in the head
You know you have senioritis
when you quite literally, put soap in your eye until it is pink. then tell the nurse you have pink eye.
and they are so sketched out about touching your eye so they dont really look and just let you leave.
best plan ever, totally worth the minute of stinging hell
True love at its finest
I don’t need someone to call me and say goodnight. I don’t need someone to profess their love for me before I go to sleep and then again when I wake up. I don’t need to spend hours and hours on the phone having pointless and meaningless conversations. I don’t need it..I don’t want all that right now.
Why would I want any of this when I get to skype with my best...
I'm not sure how I feel about this
My dad pretty much just told me that because I’m 18, I’m an adult and he can’t punish me anymore. He told me he knows I drink and do drugs and smoke cigarettes but he isn’t going to do anything about it because I’m a “big girl.” The scariest thing about all of this…he was laughing and smiling and not mad at all. He was legitimately telling me he...
If you tell me to be in a building at 7am and ask me to sit there all day, of course I’m going to leave. If you ask me to let a teacher spoon feed me with useless information, of course I’m going to sleep. If you ask me to do all of this sober, of course I’m coming fucked up.
not giving a fuck about anything anymore is such a freeing feeling. especially because I know I...
Church?
Nah, just pass the bowl