June 2010
2 posts
Me: HILLARY , DO YOU LOVE ME?
Hillary: Yes Haley , i love you.
Hope: Haley , leave your aunt alone.
Me: NO , HILLARY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE?
Hillary: What do you want Haley?
Me: (:
Hope: I’m scared.
Me: Hillary , will you buy me and Hope porn?
Hillary: No Haley , I don’t have any money.
I haven’t updated this thing in forever , so I’m going to start doing so from now on.
February 2010
1 post
This is to pushing down the splintered walls of the world, trying to break free. This is to 4 AM phone calls and tears that can’t be wiped away by tissues. This is to the cancer patient dying in the end, because she wasn’t strong enough anymore. This is to red wine and cigarette’s on the floor, to the boy that didn’t love her back. This is to valued letters and notes that...
January 2010
5 posts
I start to wonder why I even tried.
I feel like you gave up on me.
J u s t l i k e e v e r y o n e e l s e.
“I thought you were different, different from all those other boys. You were...”
Society.
I hate people. You can’t walk by someone without them HAVING to say something bad. I wonder if there ever was a point in life when people didnt care what you looked like. I honestly don’t get what the big deal is about how “fat” someone is, or what they look like. It’s not like people can help how they look. I know, I have no room to talk. I treat people like shit...
“You no longer have the key to my heart. I’ve changed the locks.”
Growing up.
I don’t like this, this whole situation. The whole, growing up. Everyday I see little kids and they do such stupid stuff. Climbing on chairs, screaming, playing hide-and-seek. Now that I’m older if I did that I would get sent to the mental hospital. I miss when the monsters were under my bed. What I hate the most though, is how when i do things like drinking chocolate milk with a...