holy fuck i do not give a single flying fuck about you
stop whining and complaining
THIS IS NOTHING
WHY ARE YOU CRYING OVER SOME FUCKING ASSHOLE
GET OVER HIM
i’ve been through a lot more you pretentious prick
and stop giving me that fucking stupid look in every single class like ‘aw look at me pity me feel bad for me my heart is broken help me oh your advice is shit my mom hates me my life is miserable wahh’
fuck
YOU
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if only i had the same passion i have for art, music and tumblr as i do with school, i’d be a fucking genius
may your life last as long as kim kardashian’s marriage
it’s 4 21 in the morning and i want sex
how i wish blogging burnt calories
i just want to die—— sleep forever
who needs the gym, i have photoshop
you’re 13. why the fuck are you wearing a dress that barley covers your pubes, 10 inch high heels and make up that surpasses lady gaga’s
ew why is your hair so greasy?
because grunge
OH MY GOD my baby’s going to NYC for summer art school i cant believe it my daughters sooo cool oh good god im having an orgasm right now NYC SHE’LL BE FAMOUS AND RICH AHHAHAHAHAHAAA
mom i’m hungry
i just want someone to listen to Tommy with in a candle lit room
you love classic rock, so do i. why don’t you notice me? we’re meant to be!
is it that hard to invent a time machine?
why can’t i have the same passion for art, music and tumblr with fucking school
fuck.
i want someone
i need someone
to hold me, love me, caress me, kiss me, fuck me
i just want someone to fall in love with
but it never works out for me
fuck.
oh. ew. jessy resembles lucie exactly.
and lucie is a heartless simple-minded ignorant ass bitch
oh damn
Wed. 16. 2011
pilla,
today was a half day at school, due to PTA.
the school simply told us to go to our electives, all four of them, in one day.
hooray, i thought. electives are happy.
oh, how wrong i was.
psychical education.
because my period had seized in the most imperfect time, i was forced to fit my awkward body into a slim skin tight suit. ms. park told me to swim four laps. simple enough.
i swam, only three times, and my lungs were banging against my ribcage, shrieking in utter desperation for air. i wanted to drown myself right there and then.
senora jordan. she is starting to annoy me. i’m not sure why.
serigo (zach tuffer), my poor precious soul. his clock and mind shattered from senora jordan, other others i hope. if only his cruel twiggy girlfriend wasn’t toying his his fragile heart, i would heal it with my bare lips. but no, i can’t.
art and chef flew past me like a snowflake in a winter storm.
i was invited to sleepover at lovely awkward jessy stover’s house
once i arrived, i was consumed by this heavy envy over her house, and if i wasn’t alrady envying enough over her fucking perfect body.
we watched iCarly (oh my delicious secret love for Carly grows by each minute), and played Sims 3. well, she did.
and her SISTER, oh good god. for a 15 year old girl that’s sisters with the most beautiful girl in HKIS, i think he’s a PIG. she looks so disgusting, i could vomit until i was Ashley Tisdale.
her house is a goody goody Christian house. Catholic, pardon me. for movies, she wouldn’t even watch R rated movies. what are you doing?! you brainwashed watermelon of a beauty, don’t you understand that all the movies that are good are R rated?
and for dinner, wow. i’ve never seen anything like that, and i hope to never see that again.
before we ate our heavily asian influenced supper, they said ‘grace’. oh odd to thank god for food when he’s an evil douche dick. and their discussions over dinner stunned me. they were like royalty. i felt like i could not utter a word from my unworthy lips. they continuously said ‘pardon me’, ‘excuse me’, ‘oh, sorry’, ‘please continue’, ‘would you mind-‘, etc.their dinner table topics were simply the strangest of strange. they talked about SATs and colleges and grades. how.. sophisticated.
i went to bed with a movie boring me to slumber: Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure. i was barley watching the plot, because of her perfect thin and slick legs. i was in awe over someone’s flawless legs. how foul.
my dream, as i am writing this the morning after, i dreamt the stupidest thing. all i remember is that i was in an empty apartment, something i have seen before in previous dreams, and i sat down on a coffee table, and began skypeing with Dan. as we talked, the screen suddenly shifted into a porn scene, as a woman began stripping and hopped onto a man’s dick. i must’ve began stripping myself, because Dan started screaming at me.
“HEY. DON’T DO THAT. YOU WILL NOT GIV INTO THAT CHEAP QUICK PORN.” I was stunned, and felt the clothes on my skin shifted into another arrangement.
quickly, i said “I was itchy and wanted to scratch my back.”
“sure, i wish i could get away with that over all the times i’ve been caught doing that.”
that’s all i remember.
funny.
i dislike being with jessy’s family. they scare me. they’re too..
normal.
they make my stomach clench and my face glow blue.
found it
i found my perfect diet pill
queen’s road
global pharmacy
uranus
488
now to steal money from people
they’ll never know
i really loath small minded, arrogant and foolish idiots
like riah
and rachel
and zack and sarah
fuck you guys xxxx
