merry xmas (i don't want to fight tonight)
oh don't think i won't buy one of these fuckers, i have $540 (plus) now and i have a guitar too, hah, among
a scarf from the gap
a sweater from ny&co, it's pink with a 'k' sewn on the side
a black top i wore yesterday, it was like HELLO BOOBS
a dvd player for my room
dvds, such as: bend it like beckham, valley girl, better off dead
a watch, it's really pretty (although i don't like watches much)
a charmbracelet
a new purse
a turtleneck sweater with matching scarf ('now you can hide all the hickeys, hah')
cds: black rebel motorcycle club, take them on, on your own
yeah yeah yeahs, fever to tell (to replace the copy i let Frances keep)
vinyl: the smiths, hatful of hollow
an alternative tentacles compilation with black flag, bad brains, the subhumans, etc
a new cellphone, maybe (next week)
my new guitar (i love it)
all my spending money
and more my mom said she'd take me shopping with, if she's decided not to disown me anymore, that is
christmas always seems to bring the worst out of everyone in my house, myself included. this year was no exception. my mother and i screaming at each other and crying, my mother screaming at my father and crying, my sister crying because she’s sick of the constant fighting. i’m sick of the secrets. i was told that night ‘the things she said to you were wrong, she shouldn’t have said those things.’ to which i say ‘yes, but you and i both know she’ll never apologize and will continue to blame me for everything that’s wrong between us.’ a sigh and a ‘you’re right.’ the whole debacle woke me up at 4am with the worst headache and stomachache of my life. i lay on the bathroom floor praying and crying from the pain, i really felt like death was upon me.