He always had a thing for you as well.
I drank my almond boyfriend tea. Left in my possession by an ex-boyfriend. I had a boyfriend once. Imagine that. CAN you imagine that? I lost him as well as many other things during that period of my life. Thinking of the days gives me a sick feeling. So I try not to think of them at all. But gosh dangit all I just HAD to have that almond tea. Oh gosh oh gosh. What a funny and awfully plain life I...
marcelinka asked: I am another girl with an underbite. Fucking sucks, not to mention that is only one of my many many flaws. My stupid stupid face and it's stupid stupid structure. Surgery is too expensive, my mom and I joke about how I should come across as suicidal so maybe they could make it "medical" and lessen the cost. Sometimes I feel so ugly I want to die anyways, so I could easily act the...
So long, suckers.
The things this country does to me, my family and everyone I know pisses me off. Well then leave, Ashley. Believe me. I would if I could. Well you don’t have it as bad as others, Ashley. I actually don’t want to be anywhere on this planet anymore.
Would you love me till I'm dead?
Why can’t interesting things happen like they used to? I get all made up and dressed for no one. So I can look at myself, kind of sigh, and wish I wasn’t so hidden. I declared I didn’t much like people anyhow. But they’re just so awful most of the time. I had actually considered growing a mustache, buying a bowler hat and a black cape, and becoming a dasterdly villain....
There is a folder titled “da bills” in front of me. And they’re not my bills. They belong to them. Clammy palms. A stray kitty just walked by the backdoor. And I’m all shivery. I may have made too much coffee to drink. But I’m not quite sure. I’ll be leaving soon. And I’d like to be able to say that good things will happen. But I’m really not...
my voice is girly when I talk to strangers but when I’m with friends I turn into morgan freeman
and I'm gonna watch all four of you hang!
Quote from a western my grandfather is watching. Words cannot describe the amount of fear I have of being shot in the face while I’m here. In this desert land. We’re leaving tonight for the city. Then I’ll be leaving not long afterwards to the San valleys. I’m so awfully tired of moving around. Being passed along. Everyone will have lived with me at least once, and not...