basically just liveblogging my life. all my thoughts, spelled out on paper (metaphorically, of course). sorry.

i panic a lot even though i try not to.

it’s kinda hard to tell when i’m being sarcastic and when i’m being serious.

i’m afraid of dying, i like to eat most foods with chopsticks, and i’m terrible at dancing.

i like watching movies.

oh and my name’s -. i’m 17. 110/99

i’m 18, i’m female, i’m a pain in the ass, i hate most people but i hate myself more don’t worry :*, i probably won’t post pictures of my face because i hate my face, i’m  , i’m far too young to be this cynical and bitter, and i’m far too old to be acting like a brat

talk to me or something because i refuse to talk to most of the people i see every day because they suck

yeah

fuck you too

still eighteen.  still a brat.  going to college.  let’s see how well this turns out.

i am simultaneously happier and worse off than i have ever been in my entire life.

122312. most days i’m a little bit sad.  i have no trouble talking about my feelings, but only if i don’t have to talk about them out loud

032713. i don’t know why, but i’m feeling great.  it’s time for me to stop wallowing in self-pity.  it’s time to get my shit together.

043013. i’m content.

We were strong. We stayed bright as lightning, 
we sang loud as thunder, we moved ever forward. 
We are not our failures. We are love.