Okay, so there's this thing, called "Formspring" and it's starting to piss me off. People are using it to be haters.
these damn haters are all pu**y, and can't even leave thier names.
If you are one of these haters, I got a gang of ni**as waiting for you,
so don't try to fight me.
Sometimes I just gotta let things flow, gotta let them get out. A new year means a new me. No more pointless banter. My blog is gonna talk about the hard shit. The real shit. MY shit.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The Whole Week
So, sorry I haven't written lately. You know. tests and sh*t like that. ELA on monday and tuesday, Math state test wed and thurday. FML. I'm in love, though. ♥♥♥ good for me.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Crazy, right?
Okay, so I had this sudden... feeling, to cut myself, which is crazy, because I'm not emo, but have you ever gotten this feeling where you want to do something badass despite the consequesnces, I don't know what they are though, but have you ever had that feeliing??
Yeah. Crazy, right?
Yeah. Crazy, right?
Monday, April 19, 2010
Reportcard day
I am homeschooling my kids.
No joke.
I hate the frigging public school standards.
I got a **.**
How could they give me **.**??
Those sh*t-heads.
Sigh.
Homeschooling my kids.
I promise.
No joke.
I hate the frigging public school standards.
I got a **.**
How could they give me **.**??
Those sh*t-heads.
Sigh.
Homeschooling my kids.
I promise.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Fat People
I really use to think it was funny.
People prefer when others write the word "Obese" but, that's just sugarcoating.
There is an article about raising "Obese" children.
They say it's child abuse.
It pains me to see the number of obese children out there.
Always getting discriminated.
It's sad, really.
People prefer when others write the word "Obese" but, that's just sugarcoating.
There is an article about raising "Obese" children.
They say it's child abuse.
It pains me to see the number of obese children out there.
Always getting discriminated.
It's sad, really.
Industrial Kool-Aid
Naim finally drank the Corporate America Kool-Aid.
By Kool-Aid, I mean Facebook.
He's friggin addicted.
Okay, who gives a flying f*** if you had 100 friends in 2 days?
SO DID I!!
By Kool-Aid, I mean Facebook.
He's friggin addicted.
Okay, who gives a flying f*** if you had 100 friends in 2 days?
SO DID I!!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I love GUM
I don't know what it is about gum...
It's all chewy... and sticky...
but it's so tasty.
I usually prefer mint, or strawberry,
but I'll usually take anything you leave for me.
It's chewy,
and I can usually eat 1-20 pieces of trident at a time.
I love blowing bubbles with gum, too.
It's all chewy... and sticky...
but it's so tasty.
I usually prefer mint, or strawberry,
but I'll usually take anything you leave for me.
It's chewy,
and I can usually eat 1-20 pieces of trident at a time.
I love blowing bubbles with gum, too.
A sigh
Sometimes, I feel so emo, you know?
Like, I just wanna drift away,
or cut myself open,
or cry when no one is looking.
But no one will never NOT be looking,
and I'll die if i cut myself open,
if I drift away, I end up right back on earth.
there is really no escaping these feelings.
I cut myself once, 7 times across my arm with a scissor.
I admit, watching myself bleed felt good.
When my cousins saw my wrists, it was a big RED FLAG.
I got in trouble.
I needed a therapist.
The_Freaking_End.
Like, I just wanna drift away,
or cut myself open,
or cry when no one is looking.
But no one will never NOT be looking,
and I'll die if i cut myself open,
if I drift away, I end up right back on earth.
there is really no escaping these feelings.
I cut myself once, 7 times across my arm with a scissor.
I admit, watching myself bleed felt good.
When my cousins saw my wrists, it was a big RED FLAG.
I got in trouble.
I needed a therapist.
The_Freaking_End.
My Knee
Okay, so FML.... I hit my knee and it hurts like balls. Not that I'd know what balls hurt like....
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
So.... sup.
I have an idea for a story, but I don't know whether to write it or not. It's about a supervillain. More about the story l8r.
AAh
So, today, I effed my knee. And Mr. Buckhalter thinks I'm faking to get attention. If I WANTED attention, wouldn't I just run around in my undies & and bra?? Exactly. I thought so, too.
Sudden fear
Okay, so even thoug hI haven't written in nearly two months doesn't mean I don't have problems. I have this sudden craving to tear my wrist appart with those shaving blades.. or a pair of scissors. creepy, right??
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