In all this time, I have made excuses for you time and time again. I’m done making excuses. You hurt me mentally and emotionally. I don’t want to have that in my life again. I don’t want to hurt you again, but you’ve hurt me too many times.
I’m really excited to be going to two proms this year. My wallet isn’t too thrilled, but oh well!
Hickeys and ice cream?! Sure! Sounds like a plan!
So much sexual frustration. Goodness gracious. Asdfghjkl;
My life was going alright. Then my wonderful girlfriend came back into my life and made everything so much better. But it’s like now that I was so happy, something has to push me back down. I feel so awful when I’m not with her. I don’t feel motivated. All that’s keeping me going is graduation and moving out. My dad has just been a complete ass. This isn’t the first time it’s been like this, either. It was like this before I left him for two years. He’s blaming everything on me, and on my girlfriend. Mind you, he has no fucking idea of who she is. I think he might just be feeling abandoned or something. I don’t know. And apparently I have a bad attitude. Fuck you, dad. Literally all I want to do is curl up into a ball and cry practically all the time. I need to get away from school, my dad, and stress. And soon. I can feel myself breaking down. I guess it was only a matter of time.
My girlfriend sends me ultra derpy pictures on snapchat;
she’s a keeper.
I hate it when I get into the tub and while I’m taking selfies, the water turns to ice.
Oh trust me, I know.
No one cares.