You're Like Mother Teresa, for the thugs.

[grapefruitpwns]

so i discovered i never write in this anymore. oh man, i'm a lame dinga. a lot has happened since the last time i wrote in this, but i suppose that's what i say every time i write in this. i've had my ups and my downs, i've had slight threats but huge blessings. i've almost lost ones that have meant the most, and i've gotten rid of the people that never did anything but ruin everything. i guess saying everything is somewhat harsh, but i don't know. i've gained quite a few friends, which is very promising. i've began to socialize with old friends.

last night i was a wallflower, i enjoyed it, but it scared me. yang scared the living hell out of me last night and this morning, i'm surprised he's still alive, i'm very happy he showed up at ridgedale today when i was working, but i was still very scared. oh man alive, oh man oh man.





the two loves. my favorites.

and i live at mcdonald's.



i swear mcdonald's brings people together. it's life long wonderfully everything.

andy's padre asked me if he could call me saint kristin today, i told him he could call me whatever he liked. Ben earlier in the day had called me "Mother Teresa for the thugs" and i think it's true. to an extent. but they take care of me too, probably better than i take care of them.

and sarah screamed, "your every breath is a gift,
if you weren't so selfish then you might want to live."