I WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH THAT BOY AGAIN
IDK WHY HE’S BEING A DOUCHE AND I MISS KAYLEE AND I HOPE
MY MOM WASN’T RIGHT ABOUT THAT ONE THING
I MISS A LOT OF THINGS RIGHT NOW
wow a lot has happened since my last sad malerie rant. but more importantly, my best friend finally broke down today and sat in my room for 10 minutes and cried, and then acted really loopy around 4 of our other friends and i started crying, and I hate hate hate it that she feels like she sucks because that is not true and you shouldn’t feel that way about yourself or have people telling you that
There may be a party on saturday, and i want to go but jaxon may be there and that would be weird and i don’t need to drink anymore and ugh i want to go bad though.
are we playing a game called “don’t text me past 9:30” because I don’t like it?
It’s so weird when I read someone’s poem and I know who and what they are talking about and I wonder if a friendship is over, or if it was just extremely over emphasized art. Like i know parts are true. What sucks is that I don’t know how to fix things. But then again no one really can
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK