June 2011
Don't act like you know me.
I am the type of person who starts to tear up...
May 2011
I used to think I was pretty creative.
jeaannguyen:
enysor:
becauseimjay:
Nowadays, I have such a hard time coming up with designs.
story of my life!
I FEEL THIS TOO!
"I don't know how"
You’re fucking stupid. Get out.
itsandrewpimentel replied to your post: Wtf.
Wtf. Its pretty awkward when you see the person that doesn’t like you, copy what you say, RIGHT AFTER you said it. Its like they’re mocking you or something.
Wtf.
Its pretty awkward when you see the person that doesn’t like you, copy what you say, RIGHT AFTER you said it. Its like they’re mocking you or something.
waffleboat:
johnistheraddest:
waffleboat:
johnistheraddest replied to your photo: I made my whole room into a fort.
YOU’RE SO LAME. HAHHAA <3
You’re just jealous
LOL. why would I. I dont’ make forts by myself.
I made it with Nikki. SO HAH.
i still win.
waffleboat:
johnistheraddest replied to your photo: I made my whole room into a fort.
YOU’RE SO LAME. HAHHAA <3
You’re just jealous
LOL. why would I. I dont’ make forts by myself.
Strolling through memory lane.
It was so much better when we lived in Vegas..
We plan to move back after my brother and I are done with High school. But how can I leave? I made too many good memories and adventures to leave. Yet, theres a part of me that wants to go back.
If I had a dog..
I wouldn’t know what to name it. It’ll be nameless for forever.
D'fuck.
A lost of music videos have drinking and sexual stuff in them. They all sounds the same too, for shuffling purposes. I don’t know. I’m not hating, just wondering how radio music changed over the years.
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The things I do, that never get noticed.
I like talking to you.
myundisclosedesires:
You make me smile, you make me happy. I don’t know what’s so special about you, but I feel like I can be my complete self around you and you’d accept me for who I am. I can laugh uncontrollably and you wouldn’t mind. I can repeat the silliest things constantly and you wouldn’t become annoyed. I like talking to you.
I miss my family.
When we were together and happy.
Determined.
The words you’ve forced to echo in my mind, influenced me to push it even harder. No more slacking off. I have one week to raise my grades. It won’t be easy, but I guess your discouragements are going to help me. Time to look at it at different point of view and use it to my advantage.
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Its hard to tell.
Its hard to tell if someone actually cares for you. You never really know if they’re friends with you for real, or they’re just using you for their own benefits. Next thing you know, you turn around and every other person in your line of friends turn out to be fakes. I don’t know. I stopped paying attention.
I've always wanted to disappear for a day.
chelseamaee:
Maybe even for a week.
I’d like to see who would care.. and who wouldn’t. Or, who would be affected, and who would care less about my disappearance. I actually wonder about it alot, I’m just really curious to know.
waffleboat:
I am highly capable of improving myself.
Torn.
I over think things to the point when I’m stuck in the middle. All the pros and cons cancel each other out. Its hard to think with these situations. So many what ifs and buts. Once I made a decision, its like I automatically change it again.
A change of heart.
I’m actually considering of staying, because I need an escape..
I have these doubts, these second thoughts. What if I change my mind again, will I wasted my time? I want to do these other things like sports, but will it be worth the sacrifice to be on dance again? What if I just get myself into more bullshit, then what? Sure, I’ll make my dad proud again, but am i doing what I want...
I can't be second guessing.
It’ll only leave me what ifs and buts.
Sorry.
How come its suddenly all my fault? I didn’t know quitting made such a difference how you looked at me. You give me so much crap ever since I left the dance team. Suddenly, everything is my fault and my responsibility.Sometimes I think about staying. I know it’ll take up time, and replace with so much drama. I want to make you proud, but I guess I can’t. I’m too much of a...
Why do I feel like everything I do is wrong?
You know.
Going to at least try to mix for my brother. Eh.
i find it funny.
how I get my double pirouettes after comp season.
I hate it when my foot falls asleep.
Its like I’m paralyzed for a few minutes.
Whore, slut, hoe, etc.
hohojoann:
People throw these words around like nothing. What is the true definition anymore? When you say these words, do you even know what you mean?
You can’t say a girl is promiscuous if she isn’t. Because she’s close with guys does not mean she’s sleeping with these guys.
I remember.
When myspace was simple as fuuuq. If you’re in someone’s top friends, they’re besties for life. The 100 question surveys people post on bulletins.
LOL. 7th and 8th grade.
June 3rd.
Squad Spectacular. I’m ready to perform, I know the routines like the palm of my hand. Shiiii.
Last time, best time? ;D
Perfect time and temperature clam chowder.
Forever soup-less.
11:11
Maybe wishes do come true. I’ve waited for like 2 years.
When people get all butt hurt over a pencil...
you just want to..
That moment when the people you hate try to kiss ass to you…
You can't.
You can’t go about laughing and doing your thing with your friends anymore. You can, but you get all these stares and get rumors like you’re a math problem. You just can’t be you. You’ll get opinionated and judged by your appearance from those “cool” kids or those people who think they’re the top.
We can care less what people say, but it ends up getting...
Bottled.
I’ve always tried keeping everything in. No matter how bad the situation is, I kept most things in. I stopped venting to people, and started writing and burning them. I just don’t see the point anymore. Yes, I know that I have all these people who care for me, and love me. They can give me advice and motivation, but sometimes it gets tiring to hear the same thing.
My dad told me to...
And sure I don't got much,
but baby, I got love.
I wish I had a dog.
