December 2010
Remember when we were 11 years old? And we...
And now that we’re teenagers, what were we thinking back then? Some of us put makeup on every morning, hoping that that one boy will notice us. We listen to our IPods so loudly to block out the world and all the drama. We’re sick of our cell phones and Facebooks. We turn off our phones. And log off of Facebook. Because we don’t want to talk to anyone. We can’t stand our friends & want to be...
My life:
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
I hate you. HATE. Strong word is called for circumstances like these. You dont even realise how miserable you make me. Cry cry cry every fucking night. You dont deserve the things you think you do, taking them all for granted and treating me like dirt. I take comfort in the fact that you’ll never, ever, read this. Project slap the bitch i think so.
HEY COURTNEY
When someone wakes me up:
mynameisbronson asked: this is ellen humphries right?
reblog if you want some of these in your ask box
floralsandfrankie:
a creepy message
a stupid question
a compliment
a tmi
a story
a poem
about you
what you think about me
why you follow me
rank me
if you met me what would you do
how was your day
what do you want for Christmas this year
a cute message
one thing you want to tell me
www.floralsandfrankie.tumblr.com
I hate being the ugly friend.
