pictures traumatized me.

ok. first of all, beer bongs do not make you look sexy. like ever.

and second of all. shit. some pictures should never be posted. like ever. and if they are, make sure you are not tagged in them. ugh. i shudder at the thought of it.

teeeeths

i have wiggly teeth.

haven't had those in a while.

they're loads of fun :]

when my tongue gets tired of wiggling them, i wiggle them with my fingers.

i have to admit, it kinda hurts.

but it's so funnnn xD

for the love of god.

just stfu. i'm not giving you any pity, all your motherfucking excuses are just making you look more pathetic and...you just need to shut the hell up before i...i don't even know what i'm going to do...and that should make you worried.

late night anxiety

i don't know what i'm doing in life. i have no idea what i'm doing, or what's even going on. and the sad thing is, i don't even realize it. =[

i feel like i'm just going with the flow of things and getting swept up in everything. i feel like i'm just floating around not able to stand my ground and eventually i'm just going to fly away like a balloon off it's string and i'm not gonna have any control over my life.

maybe everything's going fine and i'm just freaking out because i'm not doing what everyone else is doing right now. but i'm not supposed to be doing what their doing. i should be doing my own thing. thing is, i'm not sure how to do that either.

man. i should really go talk to an advisor about this. :/

UGH.

the saddest, or most frustrating, part is that i feel like i've just been wasting my time. and not only was i just wasting my time, but i was straight up fucking myself over and for what? "exploring what's out there"?! FUCK THAT. i've known what i've wanted to do even before i started going to school. i should have never let everyone else tell me otherwise, i should have just followed my heart and pursued the dreams that i had for me instead of doing something to impress everyone else. fuck. god. wasted my own fucking time.

yes. i'm editing this post for the second time tonight. i'm very emotionally...unstable right now.

anyway.

siiiiiiiiiighhhhh.

you know what. i'm proud of myself. i'm not doing well right now. but i'm getting better. i've hit rock bottom, yes. and i shouldn't be expecting myself to be flying right now (although, many people expect me to just pick myself up just like that [NOT exactly possible, ESPECIALLY when you're not the cream of the crop, such as myself]). but i feel that i'm really...really getting better. i haven't gotten worse. and i believe that i'm going to continue to keep getting better until i can satisfy everyone's expectations of me.

wahhh. i'll feel better. :D

bitches.

i'm not a bitch.

i speak my opinions but instead of just talking someone's ear off, i'm heard.

i stand my ground but instead of being stubborn, i'm open to compromise.

i depend on other people, but they depend on me too.

i tell it like it is, but i'm nice.

i'm bold, but not stupid.

i know you can't handle me at my worst, so i'm always at my best.

who the hell thinks that blabbing your ass off like you matter all the time and being some ignorant dumbass makes you a strong woman? yes, we women have taken back the word "bitch" but that's not all we are. we aren't bitches. we are ladies; worthy of respect and appreciation. just because you have something to say doesn't mean that you have to say it, just because you believe in something, strongly, doesn't mean that the other side is entirely wrong.

but i guess bitches aren't classy enough to be ladies.

new years resolusion

1. don't die.

"you don't know me" pt. 2

"you don't know me! you don't know who i've been with, what i've been through, who i went through it with, who i am, what i feel blahlbahblah"

well, duh, because if i did, you'd call me a stalker.

can't please you. bitch.