January 2012
walking into a white girl at school
me: sorry
her: omg it's ok don't worry things happen
walking into a black girl at school
me: sorry
her: BITCH WHAT THE FUCK WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU'RE GOING I WENT THROUGH FUCKIN SLAVERY I DON'T DESERVE THIS SHIT FUCKIN WHITE PEOPLE WHAT THE FUCK BITCH HOE NIGGA
December 2011
i wish my parents would leave so i could cry already…
wwiao:
my new years resolution is to get really hot omg
once i get an iphone, i’m gonna get grindr.
b t dubs, i reached my message limit.
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i think the worst part about my life is that i work so much and make so much money so i buy a lot of really nice clothes. but at the end of the day, i have no where to wear any of these really nice clothes because i’m always busy with working.
maybe in 2012, i’ll finally date someone.
i’ve been wearing sweatpants all day but not my usual walmart ones, the ones from hollister so i feel slightly better about myself.
the only thing i really want is someone who wants to be my friend.
i have five months until i graduate. which also means i have seven months until i turn eighteen. i hate life.
Straight Girls: Wow, look at that girl I wish I was her.
Lesbians: Wow, look at that girl I wish I was in her.
so i’m probably not going anywhere tonight now and i just took half an imitrex so i’m gonna be feeling shitty.
I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely. When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once. When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It...
sourcechelseawoosh:
in honor of 2011 i have wasted the final day of 2011 just like how i wasted every other day in 2011
i really don’t wanna go to work at all. ughhh fml.
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teacher: e-mail me the assignment by monday. i'll need your e-mail address.
me:
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me: tastybitch69@aol.com
please wait an hour before asking anymore questions.
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sears, you can not tell me that you deposited 479 dollars into my bank account when you actually didn’t. liar, liar, liar.
sears, it’s twelve am. where is my money?
