| i am so glad i am out of high school. and i am so glad i am out of op
sans breaks. seeing petty shit, almost reliving what i went through - i
want to pull her aside and tell her - stop worrying about it. stop
feeling bad. you're only wasting your time. in a few weeks, months,
years, you'll look back and realize you actually aren't missing
anything, at all. i promise.
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| kappa delta...the new love of my life.
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| i'm selling arbonne. i'm taking acting classes. i'm going to amtc a second time. i'm a s.e.t. leader. i'm in orchesta, lessons, and percussion ensemble.
i will be an officer. i'm going to fucking-school. i'm making new
friends. i'm going out every other night. i'm getting good grades. i'm
going to the rec every day. i'm playing intermurals. i'm taking ballet.
i'm modeling.
i think i put too much on my plate this time.
"slow down superwoman" ...maybe he was right.
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| i don't want to end up miserable someday just to avoid a little pain that will soon fade.
it's for the best.
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| i can't wait to go back to school. i am so bored here. everyone is
always working, and when they're not, i am. amanda comes into town
monday and i'm so excited. finally, someone who doesn't work that i can
hang out with during the days i don't!
the paper had not been published yet. mine was pulled. phew.
i need to start looking better. i need to exercise and go tanning and
get my hair right. i've got a package now, and new products...i just
need to work on the exercise part. and eating healthier. i bet if i cut
out sweets i would lose some hip even without exercising. i don't know
what happned. i used to not have a sweet tooth at all, but all of a
sudden it is GIGANTIC. it needs to be pulled. pronto.
no one wants to play in the rain anymore. myself included
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