this is the end of life as we know it.
hey junior year, you’re lookin’ sweeeeet
i don’t want this year to be like every other year. i need this year to be the fucking bomb.
i can achieve this by doing/completing the following things:
- dress like i give a shit 75% of the time. winter days, not so much.
- get a boy that i can call alllll mine.
- get my license/car/parking permit.
- take a million random pictures so i can remember high school correctly.
- take a lot of very nice photos and develop them myself. nothin’ better than that.
- get out of my “i don’t give a shit” phase, because i do give a “shit”.
- change people’s impression of me. i’d really like to be known as the nice girl who was always genuinely smiling. not of some obnoxious, annoying bitch.
there will be more things, but this is it. for now. (:
a boy who i like quite a bit
came over last night. i could not stop shaking. i told him i was cold, but that was bullshit. i was just so nervous. but then, well, we kissed. and i stopped feeling the need to shake. however, i kept shaking and acting like i was cold because i didn’t want to give it away that i was just nervous.
like seriously though. this has been my crush for like, eight months now, i guess? and we hang out a lot but like, it has never been just us. and last night it was. just me and him. sittin’ on the couch in my room, chillin. best feeling of my life, just in case you were wonderin’.
hi.
i’ve created this blog to let you know that:
- i hate how many people that i know personally have found tumblr and think it’s some new thing. no, it’s not. it’s been here for people like me when i needed an outlet. however, i’ve had to start this anonymous one because all of those faggots are starting to follow my regular one.
- sometimes, life is not fair. and i can tell you about how much those five words apply to my life on a daily basis. no big deal.
- my life is awesome. i’m awesome. but sometimes, things are too much to handle and i need somewhere to vent because i can’t trust anyone anymore.
bye.
