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Living in Michigan has its ups and downs just like any place does... but I can find no logical explanation as to why I am still here, aside from that I have a 12 month lease on my apartment. My parents are worried that I'm going to be a floater, but they have also realized that I'm in the process of finding myself.. and that it takes time, mistakes, discoveries and traveling to really understand my full pontential as a human being.
Tonight my Mom and I went to Starbucks and had a 3 hour chat about life in general, love, hate, lust, money, jobs.. you name it we talked about it. It was nice because for the first time I REALLY opened up to her.. told her everything and I felt good driving home.
Living around here makes me realize the type of person I am not. I have the appearance of a snobby rich brat, I will admit to that.. but it's only because I love Prada and I love the color pink.. and well... people are stupid. There is nothing wrong with a girl who is in love with desinger goods yet doesn't shower everyday. That is me. Accept me for who I am.
Ehh.. my drugs have kicked in and I'm like whoa as to wtf is going on.
So tired of the drama involving friendships. I really am. I'm just going to be my blonde self with my hot new bangs and kickin Prada bag and hope that someday I'll meet someone who thinks... shit... she's cool.
Rock out with your cock out.... biatch.
Tonight my Mom and I went to Starbucks and had a 3 hour chat about life in general, love, hate, lust, money, jobs.. you name it we talked about it. It was nice because for the first time I REALLY opened up to her.. told her everything and I felt good driving home.
Living around here makes me realize the type of person I am not. I have the appearance of a snobby rich brat, I will admit to that.. but it's only because I love Prada and I love the color pink.. and well... people are stupid. There is nothing wrong with a girl who is in love with desinger goods yet doesn't shower everyday. That is me. Accept me for who I am.
Ehh.. my drugs have kicked in and I'm like whoa as to wtf is going on.
So tired of the drama involving friendships. I really am. I'm just going to be my blonde self with my hot new bangs and kickin Prada bag and hope that someday I'll meet someone who thinks... shit... she's cool.
Rock out with your cock out.... biatch.