June 2010
HAH, oh good god. Whaa thaaa haaaail.
Daay number 6.
Dear Stranger,
Since I don’t know you at all, I guess I’m free to say whatever I please.
I wish you’d see how pretty you truly are. I envy you in so many ways. The way you hold your head so high, when you’ve probably been through hell and back. The way you brutly speak your mind & have no filter. The things you have. If you’d name one person I wish I could be...
I have no siblings, therefor, I'm moving on to...
I don’t know exactly how to write this damn thing, so I’m just going to give it a random shot.
Dear dreams, you always flutter my mind with different things, I know I am going to be successful in what ever path I take. I know for a fact I will never give up on you. Your the only thing that keeps my head straight. I will fight to get wherever I need to be, to accomplish you. The more I...
Here's to never giving up on eachother .
HMM, I just straight up fucking love yoou . Yay for Mexican music along with Spanish paapers, blowing in yoour nose & trying to do CPR, taackling, & hitting eachother .
3344.) I'm tired of being the ugly friend.
katiegirl7:
youuamazeme:
(via yourconfessions)
that’s what i wrote on my first postsecret…
Day number three.
Dear parents,
Mom: I tell you everything. Your the one person I can count on when everyone else fails. You’ve been there, not always understanding, but you were there. Durning last year, you never really understood how I truly felt but I knew it at you alive seeing me like that. I couldn’t come to with stuff like that because it always drove us apart. Once all that pasted, we were...
Honestly .
Dear me,
Fuck yoou. Actually, fuck your thoughts. Here comes the emotional rollercoaster. I hate how you cause me to envy everyone else, for what I don’t have. I’m constantly compairing myself to other people. Their face, stomach, legs, you name it.. Cause I’ve probably thought theirs was better than mine. I don’t like what I see in the mirror. I hate it. I see things I...
