jesus fucking christ
no matter what i do the day just ends like shit.
the fucking car broke.
i had to say good bye to my sweet volvo.
things were kosher for a bit.
but now its all shit.
i am crying and feeling really frusterated.
i got home and went to try on my dress for my daddy cause he won't see it tomorrow. i had my sister come zip it up. and yea, the zipper fucking broke. it was the wrong type for that kind of dress, it split in half. i don't have a dress for prom and its tomorrow. its all like a bad movie. this is it, the last straw, i was questioning going cause i didn't want to do the whole dress thing, then it fucking breaks. i don't know if my sister is just saying the zipper thing to make me feel better or i am just a fucking fat ass who can't control herself and broke her own fucking prom dress. my sister had to cut the zipper so i couuld get out of the dress. i feel so horrible. i don't even want to leave my house tomorrow.
i hate that i am crying. i feel so silly for being sad about a silly dress. it shouldn't even matter if i can't go to prom, its not a huge deal. i feel so horribly girly.
i don't know what i am going to do.
i hate this fucking day
lets erase june 4th from the calendar.
fuck.
the fucking car broke.
i had to say good bye to my sweet volvo.
things were kosher for a bit.
but now its all shit.
i am crying and feeling really frusterated.
i got home and went to try on my dress for my daddy cause he won't see it tomorrow. i had my sister come zip it up. and yea, the zipper fucking broke. it was the wrong type for that kind of dress, it split in half. i don't have a dress for prom and its tomorrow. its all like a bad movie. this is it, the last straw, i was questioning going cause i didn't want to do the whole dress thing, then it fucking breaks. i don't know if my sister is just saying the zipper thing to make me feel better or i am just a fucking fat ass who can't control herself and broke her own fucking prom dress. my sister had to cut the zipper so i couuld get out of the dress. i feel so horrible. i don't even want to leave my house tomorrow.
i hate that i am crying. i feel so silly for being sad about a silly dress. it shouldn't even matter if i can't go to prom, its not a huge deal. i feel so horribly girly.
i don't know what i am going to do.
i hate this fucking day
lets erase june 4th from the calendar.
fuck.