I want to give you everything. But I don’t want to be left with nothing.
It’s one of those moments that make me want to smile and say, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YEAHHHH YAYYYY WE’RE NOT GOING TO BE FUCKED OVERR!! So, on the previous blog I said that we were going to kicked out. Well, that’s still true haha. But after talking it out and arguing and filling the landlord with a shitload of guilt. I GOT IT. He’s letting us use one of his other...
Lala. lalalalalsd;laksdasjdoasiydakjsd fuck.
Our house is getting auctioned off November 2nd. We’re not going to have a home to live in for a month after that. I love life. Not rly. Life sucks. I don’t know why this keeps happening, I don’t know why shit has to happen to us. But at least we’re still together and I still have my friends. asdjhald It still kinda sucks a lot.
Proud of myself.
Not giving myself to that guy. Waiting to see the other guy. Good God…I miss him.
I found you finally, you make me wanna say...
Oh. My. Goddddd. Wtf am I getting myself into. xD Whatever though, puppy-love childhood sweetheart reunited once again ? Hell to the yesss.
Make love to me. Tenderly, warmly, lustfully. IN MY MIND. MIND-FUCK. :)
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SURE. WHY NOT. EuroHistory is going to fuck me in the ass either way. Might as well procrastinate on studying. solykanphal: shesmadduniquex3: iwillbecauseican: My personality: I’m loud.*occasionally* I’m obnoxious. I’m sarcastic. I’m cocky. I cry easily. I have a bad temper. I don’t like people. (Certain types) I’m easy to get along with. I have more enemies than friends. I’ve...
Whore-Moment[s]. Random thought of the day.
Hm. Maybe it’s the way I set myself for it. Maybe it might even be true ? (I’d hope not.) But it seems like a decent looking guy, with a not so bad personality, but just a tad flirtatious; SEEMS TO THINK THEY CAN GET PUSSY FROM THIS PUSSY. I think NOT. Tsk. I may not be saving myself for celibacy and shit, and I may be perverted and shit, but I have dignity and pride for my...
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more...– Mother Theresa
My take on senior year.
Everyday is a strange, slow and monotonous, blur. Then. By the end of the week or month I ask myself every time, “Where did my days go ?” I mean it’s not even that I’m not busy. It’s not even that I’m wasting my time. Everyday is busy, everyday I’m doing something. But it all seems so slow. It’s like that quote…uh..I want to...
What the fuck did I get myself into ?