#stop michelle

[poealsobucky]

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream.

Make him the best pilot I’ve ever seen.

Give him a droid, and an X-wing to fly.

And tell him no one loves him more than I!

[heymamona]

DID YOU MISS ME?

MISS ME?

MISS ME?

MISS ME?

MISS...ME?

[heymamona]

I've several boyfriends, they just need to know me

[hermionejean-weasley]

ALRIGHT. this fluffy chicken shit is gettin real old, real fast.

[pitahale-blog]

person 1: i'm sorry, were you talking to me?

person 2: no

person 1: well, would you like to?

person 1:

person 2: no

[trashgator]

wow instead of packing for my trip, i'm still sitting at my computer & i leave first thing in the morning 

[how--interesting]

deep breaths

i'm done eating. i think. maybe not. i'll wait till 11:45.

i picked my outfit. a comfy purple dress. idk about my shoes... does it matter. haha slippers or flats, hmm. 

ahhh, i didn't even fix my nailpolish on my toes :( i'm glad i can keep it on this time though! 

ugh and i wanna shave. but i can't. HAHAHA ughhhh

and i won't be driving for a long time :( 

oh man, but my brother is so great. he's taking off work on friday noon to watch over me because my mom has to tend to my sister for her dance concert. he's even gonna wake up at 5AM tomorrow with me :')

and i miss my best friends. ugh "i believe in you"

and i really hope i'm not a bitch tomorrow. i'm going to bite my tongue rather than scream. *fingers crossed i keep it up*

I JUST HOPE I KNOCK OUT WITH THE ANESTHESIA AND I WAKE UP AND I AM IN NO PAIN AND THE NURSE GETS ME JUICE AND I DON'T LOSE MY VOICE FOR A WEEK AND I CAN SHOWER THE NEXT DAY AND THE WEATHER'S NICE AND I SLEEP WELL AND THE BED IS SOFT AND I DON'T CRY TOO MUCH AND I GET THE SAME NURSES AND I EXCEL IN PHYSICAL THERAPY AND I DON'T GET UGLY SCARS UGH IDK WHY BUT I CARE ABOUT THE SCARS. -sigh-

ugh okay. i'll sleep soon. raiding my fridge first. g'night!

[on-a-fappy-note]

something I haven't done in a while...

My mom just doesnt fucking get it. She wont ever get it. God has clouded her fucking mind and that's all she ever talks about. Maybe for once I want to talk about reality with her. Not fantasy. Reality. I need her help and she can't even give it to me because she's all God-this, God-that. I don't need a fucking preacher. I need my fucking mom. I'm stressing out way to much right now. I just got home and I still need to write an essay on a movie I never saw and my minutes for Scullin's class which I have a fucking F in. I have no free time anymore. I have the play in two weeks. My senior research paper that has to be 8-12 pages long due on the day of the play. Work. School. Now I have to memorize lines for theatre class. My family sucks ass right now and the only social life I have is at lunch, really. I can't do anything anymore and I just want to cry for the next couple weeks. Oh, and I'm having serious boy problems that are stressing me out on top of all those other things. I just wish things could be easy right now. I need a break.