I Really Fucked It Up This Time.

“Reasons Why You Are Reading Blogs On A Saturday Night”

“You are fifteen. Sitting on the internet all night seems like a better idea than watching TV with your parents or going to an eyerollingly mainstream high school sporting event. Good work, angsty teen. Now go reapply your black eyeliner.”

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/possible-reasons-why-you-are-reading-blogs-on-a-saturday-night/

My life.

I went to my dad’s second grade class yesterday. One of them drew a picture of himself shaking hands with me.

Hahahahah

This was a shit weekend. I have officially lost all hope.

My life

I didn’t go to Homecoming tonight and I kind of regret it.

I did have an artificial Homecoming. I took off half my clothes, wore too much makeup, danced my ass off, sang like Christina Aguilera , sweat my tits off and fell asleep on top off a pile of dirty laundry.

I don’t want a boyfriend or a lover.

I just want companionship. I want to sing someone I love to sleep. And I want someome to tell me I’m beautiful and funny. I want to laugh. I want my friends. Where the fuck have you all gone? Key West? Chicago? Takoma? Baltimore? Costa Rica? Texas? THAILAND?

I want her back more than anything.

I feel like I’ve lost everything.

I want to go to Key West and Chicago and Texas and Thailand and California and Maine. I don’t want to be in Virginia for another minute.

I’ll sing you to sleep darling.

(Source: leobabe)

I can’t even fake happiness.