i choose you pikachuuu

another night of no sleep and

every time you disappeared you made me cry. but its sad because no matter everything i feel all at once... when this world ends, i still only picture it ending with you.

i understand you, (its not difficult) but i cant help you because i have nothing to do with any of what you feel inside. that goes deeper than love.


i loved you and i just cant love you anymore. because im tired, im soooo tired of everything you are and everything we could have been. and i wasted so much time helping you get nowhere with yourself

there, i said it.. shoot me.

he also does a lot of drugs(=

im too busy with my new assistant manager position that pays $12 an hour to write on this blog every week. ya, be jealous.

i am casually dating this hippie who has a lot of tattoos. he also does a lot of drugs, which makes him badass enough for me to like, and im pretty sure my parents would flip if they actually found out but idc because im not that into him anyway he just fits credentials.

i want a fuckingggggggg tattooooooo. my dad told me he would kick me out the house if i got one so im waiting until i have enough money to move out in order to get one.

today i found a picture of my mom when she was my age. she made a comment about how she was much thinner than me at that age. it annoyed me kind of. i guess enough to write about it on my blog.

i cant remember my goal for keeping this blog, my interest in the internet gets more microscopic everyday. im surprised i remember how to type. all i do is complain anyway i dont see how anyone could stand it. whatever i never get comments anyway