Things that I am sick of :
I am sick of not knowing how my bills are going to paid.
I am sick of wondering if the checks that I write are going to clear.
I am sick of opening a empty fridge with a empty stomach.
I am sick of looking at the same four walls.
I am sick of not buying things that I want.
I am sick of having to pick and choose what bills will get paid each month so I can buy food.
I am sick of living here with these stupid closed minded redneck jesus freaks.
I am sick of being put in the middle.
I am sick of never having any alone chill time in my house.
I am sick of this stupid small, simple, meaningless life I lead.
I am sick of wondering about you.. if you are okay.
I am sick of letting you make me feel bad about the people and things in my life.
I am sick of trying to make other people happy.. Whatever happened to making yourself happy?
I am sick of this sugar coated version of me that I have created to apease the world.. But more..
I am sick of hiding the real me....
Well here it is folks:::: Come on Come all into the wonderful fucked up world of me....
I am Jennifer Morgan Haas.
I am 5'4.
I weigh.. Honestly I have no idea but I am fat.
I have blue eyes.. and I love it when people talk them.
I am too pale.. with dark brown hair.
I have a tattoo on my right sholder blade.. of a butterfly ..I didn't get it for some special reason.. I was 18 and I could.
I wear glasses but I really hate them.
I drink sometimes..
I smoke pot..its the only drug that I use now..
I smoke marlboro light shorts in a box.. and I really don't care.
If you disrespect me.. prepare to feel the wrath.
I am a bitch.
Some people may consider me to be a whore.
I am bisexual and I love it.
The first person that I really loved was a chick.
I love females.. no 2 of us are alike.
I check girls out all the time.. mostly casey and brandee..
I love my fience very much.. He is an ass sometimes.. but usualy I cause him to be that way.
I want babies.. but I will not raise them here.
I have hippie parents that I love.
I love doing outragous things to my hair.
I am a brat and I know it.
I expect random gifts for random things.
I love my friends... prolly more than I love my family.
Because I don't have to pretend with them.
This is me.. and if you can't handle it then that is your problem and not mine...
I am sick of wondering if the checks that I write are going to clear.
I am sick of opening a empty fridge with a empty stomach.
I am sick of looking at the same four walls.
I am sick of not buying things that I want.
I am sick of having to pick and choose what bills will get paid each month so I can buy food.
I am sick of living here with these stupid closed minded redneck jesus freaks.
I am sick of being put in the middle.
I am sick of never having any alone chill time in my house.
I am sick of this stupid small, simple, meaningless life I lead.
I am sick of wondering about you.. if you are okay.
I am sick of letting you make me feel bad about the people and things in my life.
I am sick of trying to make other people happy.. Whatever happened to making yourself happy?
I am sick of this sugar coated version of me that I have created to apease the world.. But more..
I am sick of hiding the real me....
Well here it is folks:::: Come on Come all into the wonderful fucked up world of me....
I am Jennifer Morgan Haas.
I am 5'4.
I weigh.. Honestly I have no idea but I am fat.
I have blue eyes.. and I love it when people talk them.
I am too pale.. with dark brown hair.
I have a tattoo on my right sholder blade.. of a butterfly ..I didn't get it for some special reason.. I was 18 and I could.
I wear glasses but I really hate them.
I drink sometimes..
I smoke pot..its the only drug that I use now..
I smoke marlboro light shorts in a box.. and I really don't care.
If you disrespect me.. prepare to feel the wrath.
I am a bitch.
Some people may consider me to be a whore.
I am bisexual and I love it.
The first person that I really loved was a chick.
I love females.. no 2 of us are alike.
I check girls out all the time.. mostly casey and brandee..
I love my fience very much.. He is an ass sometimes.. but usualy I cause him to be that way.
I want babies.. but I will not raise them here.
I have hippie parents that I love.
I love doing outragous things to my hair.
I am a brat and I know it.
I expect random gifts for random things.
I love my friends... prolly more than I love my family.
Because I don't have to pretend with them.
This is me.. and if you can't handle it then that is your problem and not mine...