Half the time, I forget to make journal entries, anymore.  I don't know if it's because I lead a boring life, or just don't have much to say ( Read more... )

I'm not gonna lie. I'm kind of a skinny person, at least with my upper half. But my lower half.... it's just disgusting. The only thing I'm even partially happy about is my ass, but... ugh. Thighs, gross. Stomach, disgusting. My stomach feels like my biggest problem. It makes me look like I'm pregnant, and I'm not.


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Maybe it just sounds like I'm trying to get pity, or sympathy, or stroke my own ego, or stroke a lot of other things, or whatever people want to call it.

But people who know me, actually REALLY know me, and if you only kinda know me, well, you know now... My self confidence really isn't that great.  I've never been confident in myself.  I've never ( Read more... )

It's really just best not to ask, but because it's a pretty lulzy story in itself, I thought I'd share just a moment of my peril, here ( Read more... )

You can't talk to me that way, anymore.
I won't let you.
I'm not someone who's here, just to be yelled at.
To be nagged at.
To belittle.
That isn't me, and I don't know why you view me like that.

I asked for your help.
You weren't busy.
It wasn't so hard just to take out five or ten minutes.
But you made it at least twenty or thirty.
You made me nervous.

You ( Read more... )

By the first time, I mean all by myself.  T__T  I'm skurred.  I've never done it on my own.  Mom's here, but I'm pretty sure she's asleep somewhere.  So I didn't wanna wait, and I slathered all the crap on, like the box told me, and I'm just waiting.  I'm dying my hair sand stone blonde.  My hair is naturally dark, dark brown, but was dyed red, ( Read more... )

Last night, when I went to sleep at God-knows-when, I started dreaming that I was going to a school for mental kids.  No idea why, I'm not certified mental, but I dreamt it, and some kid who couldn't stop vomiting kept wanting to try and be my friend.  He was the kid we all knew, who kept talking too loudly, always got in trouble, and always seemed ( Read more... )

So not long ago, a friend and I, Kayla, were text messaging back and forth, and she was going on about how hyper she was.  Kept texting things that didn't make sense, and all that, said she was drinking Mountain Dew, you know how it is.  We begin to strike up an actual conversation, when she decides, "OMG, I have to go, I'm gonna watch Chad [with ( Read more... )

I've said it before, many times, although probably not here, yet, that once Winter finally gets here, I'll be happy; that once Autumn finally gets here, I'll be happy, and once Summer is over, of course, I'll definetly be happy.  The me wanting Summer to be over thing, is probably the only truth from all of this.  Summer sucks, and we all know it, ( Read more... )

Pain... Lots of it.  I can't escape it.  No, this isn't some emo report, which seems to go hand in hand with Live Journal, for some reason, I'm genuinely in pain, here.  And if you don't want to hear about a brief mention of certain monthly womanly issues, I suggest you quit reading after this very sentence ( Read more... )