I guess I have this blog just to vent. To try and figure myself out. And I thought it was cool because it has to do with cats. And I like cats.
I would much rather get flowers and chocolates for valentines day because flowers die just the the relationship will. And I can eat the chocolate when he breaks my heart..
And the tears poured down my face as he lifted me into the air and twirled me around after that final buzzer. That was it. That was the last time he could ever say he beat them. He beat Frankfort.
I really shouldn't be complaining about my life. I have a family, roof over my head, and food in the cupboard. But here I am, finding myself complaining, because that's what people do.
Already I know it's gonna be a bad year. Started it out with pissing my two best friends off because 'I didn't want to sleep outside' when it's fucking 10 degrees out side. Yeah. I'm so lame.
Casually flirting hardcore with an 18 year old when you're almost 15. Loving life right now..
I'm that girl that everyone thinks is okay. I'm normal, ya know. I'm that girl that no one expects to have problems at home. But I do..
Opuss, I love you. I wish I would've found you a few years ago. This is my blog. To tell what I'm thinking. Some will relate some will give me advice. And I am thankful that here.
Cats..
So, ashley is such a bitch. She talk shit about you to your face. I swear she lives to put people down. That's all she does. And now I'm all confused with guys. Sean really likes me.
Brothers girlfriend is totally cool. It's gonna be a a pretty good social year. Friend wise anyway. My guy luck frickin sucks. I swear they are all repulsed by me or something.
People are annoying. All they do is talk talk and talk. Sometimes they don't even know what they're saying. They just talk to piss people off. And that's another way how rumors start.
Everything is annoying me today. Gonna be great..
On to another pathetic day of school. Trying to make the best of it, that doesn't work anymore. It's like torture. One wrong move and bam. The school is blowing up rumors about you. It's great. Not.
Where to begin. I wish I could sit here all night just venting and venting and venting. But I have school tomorrow. And that's one of my problems. I fucking hate people.