what a rant.

jesus.
you'd think for once i wouldn't be the backup friend.
or maybe i have a stamp on my head labeling me that.
it just irritates me when people act like i'm disposable.
when did i become that way?
i never put up a sign allowing this to happen.
and why is it all the people i considered close fucking up
my life?
i mean, when's the last time we ever had
ANYTHING IN PRIVATE?!

i rant like a little bitch all the time.
but this is getting ridiculous.

do i even have a fuckin' real friend anymore?
or do i have the wrong definition of friend?!
i can't even tell at this point!

this is a whole lot of steam.
forget these bitches.
i'm out.

god, i can't believe i have to wait a whole year
for college.

pictures are love.

i love my room.
and taking photos.
especially of the weird things.
p.s., that is the number sixty-nine

i don't know when or why i got interested in fashion.
it's amazing.
it's like a clash of art thrown into reality.
quite beautiful.

stars. in the sky.
this was supposed to be a gift for a friend.
too bad i didn't have enough time to finish it...
plus i don't really like that person...

i love traveling.
so much fun.
i'm interested in europe especially.
but really anywhere with good food and culture.

i loved going to spain.
barcelona, baby.

comin' for you, florida.
hp convention.
orlando.
friends.
these are all hopefullys...

this movie rules.
don't you deny...
i love this so much.
it gives me the reason to why i must skip school sometimes.
love.
love.
love.
<3