January 2011
I don’t understand why my mother tells me to relax, but FUCKING moans at me when I do anything other than work.
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Today I cried when I wish I hadn’t.
I really don’t like sobbing in school, my teacher was being horrid because I didn’t know the answer to a question so my ex-drama teacher took me off to his office and gave me a cup of tea. He talked to me and actually listened. Now I feel better.
JUST FYI.
Calling someone “beautiful” when they’re completely covered in make-up and have a second skin of faketan on, is invalid. YA KNOW WHY? Because it isn’t beauty.
So, um
-I haven’t done my English -My drama teacher is genuinely furious because I didn’t go to his after-school-coursework-session so he’s going to yell at me -I haven’t practised my piano pieces all week, and she’s going to be disappointed in me -I have a History write-up tomorrow. And I hate History because I hate the time period and I’m shit at it. Tomorrow is...
Bitch,
YOU CAN SIT THE HELL DOWN.
when someone talks to me when my favorite part of...
Gotta start the whole song over like
These are the things I fear:
1. Cockroaches 2. Commitment 3. Weight gain 4. Growing up 5. Chainsaws 6. Death. I NEED A HUG ;(
I kind of feel like the beauty of everything has been lost for me, in these past few months. I get really frustrated with these jackass guys in my year (from every school, really) because they always go for the same girls: -Fake hair -Fake skin -Excessive stuff from Topshop -Laughs at everything they say -Incredibly boring
Where did the talking go? Why can’t they see the beauty inside of...
I really want to stick something sharp and spiky in your throat, twist it round so it hurts a hell of a lot, pull it out and let you bleed and cry. Because you fucking deserve it.
That is how much I hate you, you CUNT.
My ear is infected. Just a little something else to fuck everything up even more.
