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You ever do something different with your hair, or eyebrows, or your earrings.. and no one notices? I just did my eyebrows.. and man i hope they look good. They look good to me, but i wonder what jason will say. Or if hell notice.
I'm so tired. Tired tired. Sleepy. All week, i have just wanted to sleep until 7:00. 7:20. 7:59 ANYTHING but 5:40am everyday. I just wish school would be delayed until I wanted to go.
I'm also tired of people complaining. Oh my GOD it is annoying when everyday all i hear is "oh my mom hates me" "my dog is being put to sleep" "i got acid in my eyes" SHUT UP! haha i don't care!!!!!!!!
there is still something wrong with my wrist. Everytime i go to type it hurts. Maybe i have carpltunnel syndrom. Whatever, i'd go to the doctors but he hates me and makes me gain weight.
I love my body. I do. I think i am pretty. I think i am confident in what i wear, how i walk, everything. I love it. I love my huge chin and my big feet. You should love how you look too, because i'm tired of hearing it. :)
and although my arm is U-G-L-Y i still love it. It helps me to remind me that things can get worse, that love what you're doing now because things can get a hell of a lot worse than they are now. My arm makes me realize everyday just what a beautiful family i have, my lovely dogs.. my boyfriend. I don't know why, but right now i just love everything.
Amanda gave me her number today. You know, it took me 6+ months to realize it, me and hannah both, amanda has her downfalls, her bad moments, her bad mouth, but she still means well. So what if shes a little obsessed with me and hannah and how we look, dress, or act. She notices every change, her.. flaw.. every happiness. I think she means well, but doesn't know how to show it nicely. I don't want to be her friend. But i don't want to make an enemy out of someone who means well.
And Morgan. God i love that girl, but man. I feel like an asshole everytime i talk to her. Whenever I want to hang out, i can't. And it sucks. I wish i could explain everything.. but i can't. And trust me, Morgan, ask jason, everytime i have to tell you why i can't hang out, it breaks my heart. I would hate to be.... rejected. And i am so soo soooo sorry if you feel rejected. I mean well, just like that amanda. One day, my dear, we will hang out and hang out for a long time. Just me and you. Maybe mcdonalds.
I feel so lovely.
I'm so tired. Tired tired. Sleepy. All week, i have just wanted to sleep until 7:00. 7:20. 7:59 ANYTHING but 5:40am everyday. I just wish school would be delayed until I wanted to go.
I'm also tired of people complaining. Oh my GOD it is annoying when everyday all i hear is "oh my mom hates me" "my dog is being put to sleep" "i got acid in my eyes" SHUT UP! haha i don't care!!!!!!!!
there is still something wrong with my wrist. Everytime i go to type it hurts. Maybe i have carpltunnel syndrom. Whatever, i'd go to the doctors but he hates me and makes me gain weight.
I love my body. I do. I think i am pretty. I think i am confident in what i wear, how i walk, everything. I love it. I love my huge chin and my big feet. You should love how you look too, because i'm tired of hearing it. :)
and although my arm is U-G-L-Y i still love it. It helps me to remind me that things can get worse, that love what you're doing now because things can get a hell of a lot worse than they are now. My arm makes me realize everyday just what a beautiful family i have, my lovely dogs.. my boyfriend. I don't know why, but right now i just love everything.
Amanda gave me her number today. You know, it took me 6+ months to realize it, me and hannah both, amanda has her downfalls, her bad moments, her bad mouth, but she still means well. So what if shes a little obsessed with me and hannah and how we look, dress, or act. She notices every change, her.. flaw.. every happiness. I think she means well, but doesn't know how to show it nicely. I don't want to be her friend. But i don't want to make an enemy out of someone who means well.
And Morgan. God i love that girl, but man. I feel like an asshole everytime i talk to her. Whenever I want to hang out, i can't. And it sucks. I wish i could explain everything.. but i can't. And trust me, Morgan, ask jason, everytime i have to tell you why i can't hang out, it breaks my heart. I would hate to be.... rejected. And i am so soo soooo sorry if you feel rejected. I mean well, just like that amanda. One day, my dear, we will hang out and hang out for a long time. Just me and you. Maybe mcdonalds.
I feel so lovely.