My dog is my best friend. When I cry, he sits and cuddles. Everyone else tries to tell me everything will be okay. He knows it won't be. But he's there, and he lets me hold onto him. He lets me take his picture when I'm bored. He is the only male that hasn't broken my heart. He is the only thing that has never failed to love me 100%.

today; A friend is someone that walks in when the rest of the world walks out; my dog is that friend.

People suck. End of story.

YOU. fuck you. you don't understand. you never did. you never will. you'll never even fucking try to. Girls aren't objects. We have feelings, and you probably shouldn't fuck with them. You want to know how I really feel? Well, I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to flirt with you, until you think you got one more bimbo on your trail, and then i'll really tell you. I'll lead you on, and let you say things to me. And then I'll tell my boyfriend those things, and you'll get your motherfucking ass kicked. and I, will watch. and I, will laugh. You are the sickest piece of scum on this planet. How dare you think you're better than me. How dare you think i'm just another one of those girls that will suck your cock and smile while you talk about a different girl doing the same thing. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you.
the funny thing? you think i'm into it. you believe every god damn thing i'm saying to you. you dumb, filthy, god damn son of a god damn bitch. ha.

YOU. fuck you too, so called "best friend." You don't deserve her. You don't deserve anything you have. I hope you get cancer. Maybe then you'll appreciate your mom. Maybe then you'll realize what a complete ass you are. You promised. You promised you'd never hurt me. You said you'd always be my best friend. You lied. I hate you. How could you do this to me? to her? to him? to everyone? Keep smoking your weed, kid. If that makes you feel better. Keep drinking until you pass out if that makes you feel like you're better than me. Keep fucking up your life, and pretty soon your parents won't love you either. Then you won't have anything on me. Then I can make you feel like a piece of shit. thank you, for making me hate you. I finally know the real you.

YOU. are the most amazing human being on the face of the planet. I can't tell you how much you mean to me. I take you for granted all the time. I feel myself giving up on this relationship, and it kills me. sometimes I can't feel anything at all, but then you touch me and I'm happy again. You always know exactly what to say at exactly the right time, and I can't get enough. I love you. More than anything. Thank you for giving me the look you used to give me when I knew you loved me back. Thank you for making me forget about everything else. Thank you for giving me another chance.

I'm baaaaaaaack.

this goes out to you, bitch.

First off, i'd like you to know that i don't give a flying fuck about how you feel anymore. You think what you want. You want to think I was the one that called Gj's and brought up Dan, go ahead. But I wasn't. You want to think I meant it when I said you looked like a whore? Fine. Doesn't bother me a tad. But I didn't. You want to hate me? Go for it. I'm not a big fan of you either.

Second, keep my name out of your filthy mouth. Nobody wants to hear about how I'm "mean to you." I don't even talk to you. How am I mean? I have better things to do than go around and tell people about what a bitch you are. Hell, half of them already know anyway. You want people to hate me? Does that make you feel better about yourself? That's cool. Grow up.

Third, Kaylee was my best friend before she even met you. You can think what you want about me, but let her form her own opinon. And everyone else too. Let them experience my bitchiness for themselves, they don't need to hear it from you.

I'm done letting your ruin my life. You're not even a part of it anymore. I wish you never were. I wish you could read this. Then you'd show your little cult of Boomer's and have them hate me too. But whatever. I don't need them either.

today; I finally expressed my hate for you in words. Next step- telling you to your face.

Back Again.

Dear over protective parents,
In case you haven't noticed, as of February 20th, 2009, you're oldest son has a girlfriend. Nobody really cares if you like her or not. Nobody cares if you'd rather him be with some bible humping, God-loving, blond bitch. He's eighteen god damn years old. He's not a baby anymore. You're making him hate you. You're making ME hate you. So what if he doesn't have a job yet, or a C in a class? He's accepted into college and is actually better off than you say he is. He's in love. SO WHAT? Aren't you? YOU may have gotten in trouble in high school, but don't assume that he is. We're both virgins, believe it or not. He's not doing anything illegal, or anything that any normal parent wouldn't approve of. You're not letting him live. You are making him hate you. But you don't even care, you inconsiderate dick. I hope you know that at LEAST 3 times a week i get a text or a phone call saying "my dad is a complete asshole. i want to leave." How are you gonna feel when he DREADS coming to see you on the holidays? How are you going to feel when he has children but they HATE you almost as much as I do? How are you going to feel when you break us up because I CAN'T STAND YOU? MY family is better to him than you people. He hates you. I FUCKING HATE YOU. You have your own lives, he doesn't need you running his.

today; found an AWESOME used book shop downtown with Baige. Love it. Love her.

Fuck my body. Everything hurts.

Got a slurpee. I hate slurpees.

Whoa.

I can do this from my phone now? that's fucking cool.
seriously. now when I'm bored out of my mind and everyone else is busy living, i can sit and write on this.

why are all my entries so damn depressing now? I mean, really, I have nothing to complain about. Sure, sometimes my boyfriend and my family get on my nerves and I feel like my entire world is falling apart, but honestly...it always ends up for the best. Take me and Glenn for example. Everything between us is better than ever, even after all the fights and bitching. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a overly jealous, control freak. But I can't help it. I mean, I'm only human.

I haven't written in a while. But now that I have this on my phone, I can update DAILY!!! hahaha

Update numero uno; I have a job. A new job. At pirates cove. The Flap got so mad when I told them that they've called me in once, and then told me they don't need me anymore. HA. Soooo, needless to say, I quit.

Update numero dos; My body is all effed up. I get a headache when I wake up and it lasts throughout the day, and doesn't go away until I finally fall asleep. Also, when I get hungry, I'm either starving, or I just feel nauseas. So, when I do eat, I feel like I'm gonna barf it up.

Update numero tres; I'm out of updates. My life pretty much consists of the same boring stuff. Work, bonfires, boyfriend, work, movies, swim, work, shopping, babysitting, work, sleep, read. That's my life in a nutshell.

well, I better go get ready. I have to pick up Glenn at 4:30 from P.Cove for our very first date!!!!! haha, dinner and a movie ON HIM! holy crap, I can't believe it.

today; I can blog from my phone. Life is sweet.