Welcome to high school: land of infinite whores.

He reffered to me as his girlfriend.

No big deal or anything.

My bra is gray.

Just like my insides.

I really don’t like this dog at all, and she looks like a fucking meercat, but I have to give the bitch props.

1. She can get completely under the convers of a well made bed.
2. You say squirrel, she runs to the tree. You say not that one, she runs to the next tree.
3. I say “Get out of my room Bitsy” and she does.
4. She’ll get as close to my face as she can and just have that “I’m not touching you” attitude because she knows it pisses me off.
5. She’s a god.

Okay the last one’s not true but still.

My mom had my little sister when I was two. Instead of being sad that they left me at home with my asshole aunt, I just wanted my little mermaid barbie.

That barbie got me through the tough times alright…

I could never pierce my tongue.

I just told this boy I didn’t like him like that and that I wasn’t looking for a relationship or anything close to that. I also said we just needed to stay friends.

He said goodnight.

I was all like, “Oh I’m so unaccepted my life sucks nobody understands me.” And my mom was always like, “Why don’t you smile?!” All I would wear was skinny jeans and button up plaid flannels and shit.

But now I look back and I’m like:

N3v3r $c3n3 @g@!n