January 2012
December 2011
It's my birthday on the 2nd,
Dear Mum, all I really want for my birthday is to be Mila Kunis, thankyou.
Spending New Years on Tumblr, with my cat.
Party hard, party hard!
someone walks into me in the hallway at school
me: sorry
them:
me: fucking slut
Why can't I be pretty like those other girls?
I’m not sure if I’m doing this to make you happy, because I can’t stand to see you sad, or if it’s so I can pretend that I’m happy and that every thing’s okay, because even pretending to be happy is better then being sad… Being sad sucks.
Not even my kitten can make me happy anymore.
The people that make us the happiest, can also be the ones that hurt us the most.
I wish it was overcast all the time, with the constant smell of rain.
Can I move to England now, please?
