i hate life
I feel like there isnt anything left for me in this fucking life of mine.
Sometimes i look at other people and wonder why they have a bunch of true friends and a boyfriend that actually wants to be with them, and all i have is me. I get lonley after a fucking while. i get lonley after staying home every weekend, and none of my FRIENDS call me to just talk. maybe its my fault. maybe they are pretending.. pretending to be my friend. i guess it hurts. i cried today. i cried because i feel worthless and i feel that maybe if i wasent around, then there wouldnt be a brittany nikol garcia to worry about. as if anyone does. the 3 people that i actually hung out with was ashlee, brigette, and steffani.
O SHIT.. NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE DIED. I JUST HEARD THE NEWS. FUCK. THATS GAY. NOW IM CRYING. THAT WAS A GOOD MOVIE. HE WAS A GOOD ACTOR. FUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK. im an emotional wreck.
why does my heart hurt everytime i see pictures of my friends back in detroit?
Why does my dad fucking hate me.
why am i who i am?
it sucks being me.
And for all those people out there who think that im a loser as is, and you could care less about me, do me a favor and dont comment.
Cuz i dont need anymore shit.
I CANT BELIEVE NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE DIED. OMG. IM CRYING. HE WAS LIKE, THE BEST THERE WAS. HOLY SHIT. THATS CRAZY. UGH. NOW IM MOREEEE SAD. =(
RIP NAPOLEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- i like your sleeves.
- my lips hurt
- comon tina! eat your dinner!
I love that movie, and i am going to rent it this weekend and tottaly watch it a million and 1 times in memory of my husband!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<33
Sweet dreams.. ugh.. geez..
Sometimes i look at other people and wonder why they have a bunch of true friends and a boyfriend that actually wants to be with them, and all i have is me. I get lonley after a fucking while. i get lonley after staying home every weekend, and none of my FRIENDS call me to just talk. maybe its my fault. maybe they are pretending.. pretending to be my friend. i guess it hurts. i cried today. i cried because i feel worthless and i feel that maybe if i wasent around, then there wouldnt be a brittany nikol garcia to worry about. as if anyone does. the 3 people that i actually hung out with was ashlee, brigette, and steffani.
O SHIT.. NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE DIED. I JUST HEARD THE NEWS. FUCK. THATS GAY. NOW IM CRYING. THAT WAS A GOOD MOVIE. HE WAS A GOOD ACTOR. FUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK. im an emotional wreck.
why does my heart hurt everytime i see pictures of my friends back in detroit?
Why does my dad fucking hate me.
why am i who i am?
it sucks being me.
And for all those people out there who think that im a loser as is, and you could care less about me, do me a favor and dont comment.
Cuz i dont need anymore shit.
I CANT BELIEVE NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE DIED. OMG. IM CRYING. HE WAS LIKE, THE BEST THERE WAS. HOLY SHIT. THATS CRAZY. UGH. NOW IM MOREEEE SAD. =(
RIP NAPOLEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- i like your sleeves.
- my lips hurt
- comon tina! eat your dinner!
I love that movie, and i am going to rent it this weekend and tottaly watch it a million and 1 times in memory of my husband!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<33
Sweet dreams.. ugh.. geez..