jackass always makes you happy. favorite thing ever, ( apart from lotr and disney and nachos and cute boys with tattoos that are skinny and talll )
homeland security searched my suitcase, don’t close my bottles of vodka, drenched all my clothes, took apart my computer and left it and got black goo all over my yellow leather purses. not impressed.
got into an angry rant to myself discussing why someone would ruin ketchup by making spicy ketchup. i got frustrated then realized i should stop talking to myself.
some kid got lotr mixed up last night and i got really annoyed and told him to fuck off. why am i like this
i don’t know if its real or if its because i was late with my meds but i just want to cry. i miss my mom so much. i hate that this is how i really feel. like really, without meds. fuck. i don’t know what i would be like without them. it’s terrifying.
the guy i was seeing, the one who told me we had to stop seeing eachother because he got a girlfriend. who went home from the bar with my ex-stepmom. he’s been telling all his friends that i dumped him. fuck off, i fucking really liked you and you knew that, you wankstain.
im going back to ireland on the 15th of november until the 27th. i miss my mom so much. this is the longest i’ve went without seeing her. like 3 months. i feel like such a loser. hopefully gonna get another tattoo at the end of this month.
i feel like im turning back into the old me. fuck, i’d do anything to stop it. i can’t go back to the way i was. i can’t. im gonna start fucking crying. i can’t go back to the way i was. im so fucked up, why am i like this. i just want it to all stop.
i would like to find a hipster/screamo boy, abduct him and go live in an igloo or a cabin and we can talk about books and obscure music. and cuddle.
im a small, nerdy girl who likes lotr, cats and knitting. why do i attract trouble and convicted criminals ?! sigh.
i need to quit my jobs and move the whyte ave in edmonton. im bored and need the companies of hippies and hipsters. this town is way to redneck.