March 2, 2012

Friday 2 Mar, 9:42am

The dishes never end!

February 23, 2012

consuuuuume some more!

“i never wear the same thing twice I know nobody notice but its important to me”.

go eff yourself.

February 17, 2012

almost march.

i feel more and more disconnected everyday. is it weird that i’m like dexter? i like being alone.

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and then shit like this happens.
<3.

and then shit like this happens.

<3.

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January 23, 2012

how can i sleep?

when the world is so fucked.

i went to bed.

started crying.

now i’m back on the couch.

January 18, 2012

she’s going to school, maybe.

i tried telling my mom i actually went out and got the ball rolling. i tried.

she changed the subject. so i went back to it, and she changed it again.

i think she’s getting old. i see myself in her and i am same. sometimes i worry about her memory. it will come one day and maybe she’ll remember me and maybe she won’t.

overall, feeeling sad. she wouldn’t listen about how i’m changing my life for the better and she’s not all there.

on plus side, someone called me gorgeous as they walked by me. thanks :).

January 17, 2012

one chapter down, a new door opens.

or something like that.

I lost my job.

Now what?

Maybe it’s time to face things.

There’s no stopping or slowing down time.

Moooove forwarddddd.

For fucks sake.

January 16, 2012

THIS WORLD

sickens me most of the time.

everyday sort of sickens me.

what i wear, what you wear, the fact that it matters.

i spend alot of my time judging people when i never want to be judged.

i’m a snob.

i wish i could morph into a house plant. i think it’d be wicked fun.

January 9, 2012

My Sister

Is a liar.

Who manipulates.

Who only tells half the story.

Is greedy.

Takes and takes.

Is a Leo.

Has to get the last word.

Is like my dad. or late dad.

That’s just unlucky.

Everytime I  think about her, I feel sad. I have a sister I want nothing to do with.

January 9, 2012   1 note

decem… january 2011… 2012

I plan to start using this again. Because life experiences change me. I cannot forget who I am.