I’m always super impressed by my procrastination skills.
… how truly blessed I am to have so many spectacular friends who love me put up with my billion and one emotions and problems.
It is because of them that I am who I am; it is because of them that I no longer have terribly lonely thoughts. To name a few… Ashley Kakazu, Chane Hayashida, obviously sistah Jade, Daniella Reyes, Allyse Arucan, Jasz Calaro, Naomi Pastor, Noel Hahn, Steph Bautista, Ritchel Erice, Jessica Nicolas, Jerek Quidez, Jace Tsue, Maria Capulong, Rhiannon Reed, etc. There are few people in this world who can put up with me and these people are at the tip of the ice berg.
The fine line in deciding which is more important: to live, or to be alive?
so… I can’t concentrate. My head isn’t where it should be. Feeling like I should be somewhere else…not here at school.
I said goodbye to a friend who I’m truly devastated to see leave. I cried a little because of such a huge impact they’ve made on my life… even if we weren’t friends for as long as I’ve been with my other friends. He’s pretty much been there for me wherever I needed emotional or moral support. I know he’ll do great things, but I’m so incredibly sad that he’s leaving.
In the past month, literally 5 of my friends got engaged. FIVE! Future husband…. Where you at?
Not going to lie, I absolutely love when teachers talk in class about my posts on Laulima about a novel we’re reading in class…. But I haven’t read it yet. LOL
*does the anime character with glasses thing*
Does that really work though?
that’s so cool i wanna do it too!!!!!!
ok here goes
Okay, there’s no way that works.
Let me try this out.
I’m kinda skeptical about this? Can it really make you anime.
Guss i’ll give it a shot
yeah right, like that really happens
maybe I should try-
WHAT THE FU
I don’t think that anyone truly understands how much I hate my mom. I hear her voice, and I am immediately irritated. I can’t stand her when she’s 5 feet away or less. I physically need to move my body away from her because I feel like just punching her face. I see her face or hear her voice, or even know of the idea of her (ie, someone who is standing close to me talking on the phone with her). I hate that when I don’t acknowledge my mom when she’s faking “nice,” people think I’m the bitch. Honestly, once I move out of the house, I’m going to write an incredibly long letter on how I absolutely hate her soul and that I never want to see her at any of my accomplishments in life, such as my wedding or when I have kids, or anything. She wasn’t there for the whole first half of my life, so nothing would have changed. In fact, I’m pretty sure that I never want to see her again when I move out of the house. I’m fucking over ALL HER BULLSHIT. I really just wish I could tell the whole world why I hate her so much, but if I did, I know what would happen and then my dad would hate me as a result of what happened by me telling about her.