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Story of my life. Ha haaaaaaaaaw.
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Us girls assume the worse when it comes to really liking or loving someone. It’s not a bad thing, it just shows how much we really like and care for you. And guys in general need to realize that. Yes we get jealous, yes we jump to conclusions. But really, we just wanna know the truth, even though we act as if we don’t care. When in reality, we do. You may think we’re bitches, but we’re not. It’s simply our way of showing we really like you. Yes, many of us are complicated. But who likes an easy bitch?
“All I want for Christmas is you.” That is the most corniest line ever. And you little bitches know it isn’t true. You know damn well you could use some new clothes and shit.
Lol.
k-mzm asked: What kind of curler/flat iron did you use because that picture of you with your hair curled is absolutely gorgous! You're so pretty.
My sister used this cheap brand from Target called Conair. 1 inch barrel. The way she does it, is to start one inch away from the root and wrap the rest of the hair around the barrel to achieve a wavy look. If anyone wants her to do a video, like this post? lol
I’m so over the High School bullshit. I seriously can’t wait to get away from it. People trip over the littlest shit. It’s fucking annoying. If you can’t learn how to be less serious, we definitely can’t be friends. This is why I am distant to most people. Less friends, the fucking better. Girls are fucking annoying. Guys are fucking annoying. All you bitches do is talk shit. Where does that get you? NO WHERE.
I hate when people tell me something I don’t wanna hear, okay thanks for telling me something that I don’t fucking care about. That’s THEIR problem not mine. Don’t put me into that bullshit. Stupid ass High Schoolers.
Fuck. Lol.
My hair curled.
There are moments where I’m just so happy I feel as if nothing could bring me down. But then there are moments, when I am reminded of my past. I’m stuck. Completely zoned out. Like I just seen a ghost. And I wouldn’t know what to do after that. I hate that moment, I hate being reminded of my past. Because I’m slowly learning to move on. I wish that I could just forget. It’s crazy how just a single memory can fuck up your day within seconds. Feelings, thoughts, regrets, running through my head. I’m all fucked up. Because of one moment. Then the next day. I feel happy again. And the cycle goes on.