| Tuesday, January 12th, 2010 |
| 12:02 am |
sup, 15 in 6 days, werd.
Still like him |
| Monday, December 28th, 2009 |
| 12:33 am |
UGH, haven't written here in a while couple of things I like this guy, never gonna happen James and I suck at talking on a regular basis. And this vacation sucks. |
| Saturday, November 28th, 2009 |
| 8:39 pm |
Wow. Shot down. It feels bad, not gonna lie. |
| 12:13 am |
yo. i fucking exist. to get your attention i have to send funny pictures? right okay. so.. how about you tell me wtf is going on and shit. like you never actually talk about anything. you totally tell me almost everything. no. idgaf if you're tired, you're tired 24/7. make an effort okay? shit yo. |
| Friday, November 27th, 2009 |
| 9:22 pm |
I really need to do hw :S |
| Friday, November 20th, 2009 |
| 9:45 pm |
lol. hahahaha not even funny how angry I am, i wantt a tattoooo |
| 9:25 pm |
LOL WHY WAS THIS SO PREDICTED. hahahahhaha |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
| 11:37 pm |
I have this aching pain in my chest with the desire to go to the next Breathe Carolina concert. Their concerts and others have the ability to truly make me happy. Rare but true. Deepest regret is not getting David to sign my shoe, I wish my parents knew how much I love concerts, music is the reason I breathe, live, and bleed. I'm telling you, it really hurts not being able to be happy every day. Being 14 doesn't help, and being in school doesn't help either. If I could, I would go all around the country and go to every concert possible, every damn day of the week. This is what I insist my life be like. |
| Friday, November 13th, 2009 |
| 7:14 am |
havent forgot about this, been too lazy to update. hello. i hate life |
| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 |
| 11:05 pm |
Lol what happened to you not having money. Shows how awesomely you can visit me. |
| Tuesday, October 27th, 2009 |
| 10:46 pm |
Not sure about feelings right now. Lol people think I'm weird for thinking death is an interesting concept. I mean I do at times want to just end it all, but just thinking about how I'd do it is sort of what I like to think about. I hate how my school is limiting me, I mean look at James. He's really good and has help, I have none. I'm not saying he's not good by himself. But like, ugh. I asked my art teacher but he majored in art history. Nobody in my class is going to go into art. At least not seriously. UGHHHHH fuck. >_> Whatever, life sucks and I wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. |
| Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 |
| 9:51 pm |
Going to fucking kill something. Maybe it'll be me. Stress. |
| Sunday, October 18th, 2009 |
| 12:01 am |
I have an opinion and I will state it. |
| Thursday, October 15th, 2009 |
| 12:29 am |
Rude ass. |
| Wednesday, October 14th, 2009 |
| 4:57 pm |
Tokio Hotel's album makes me cry. |
| Sunday, October 11th, 2009 |
| 4:27 pm |
Against it all, we all fall, waiting for you. Everything broken and failed love once, has faded. With everyone out there, why can't they hear. Feels like I'm screaming, to some one near. Glass broken, scratch my name in your skin. To stain your soul, deep within. |
| 10:40 am |
ohhmygodddd concerts are my kryptoniteeeeee theyre so fucking amazing I think I wanna die in one someday to die happy. forget that, ecstatic. last night was amazing. I wish I could relive it, Brokencyde is so amazing. |
| Sunday, October 4th, 2009 |
| 12:11 pm |
I'm gonna do it. |
| Friday, October 2nd, 2009 |
| 7:01 pm |
I do let people do what they want, I guess, but I HATE how people use alcohol to solve their problems. Alcohol is just avoiding it. Stop complaining about your life. We all have problems. Getting drunk every day or any day just to avoid problems is so fucking stupid. And I'm also tired of being talked to when clearly the other person doesn't wanna talk. Honestly I can tell when something's wrong. Whether its Camila, or James or Liza, or somebody else. It's so fucking annoying. Goddamn it. Stop fucking complaining and get to solving your problems. |
| Tuesday, September 29th, 2009 |
| 12:10 am |
Only reason why I stayed up late was to talk to you. I feel like we're disconnecting. |