Day 3: Why my best friend is my best friend.
Why my best friend is my best friend? I honestly have no idea WHY, other than she is herself. We understand each other. We mesh well. Last year when I went through a really rough time, she was an escape from all of the shit going on everywhere else. If something is wrong, she is at my door no matter the time. We can do the stupidest things, but together they aren’t stupid; they are just...
Tonight is one of those nights. One of those nights that I want to blast my music and hide from the world. Hide under my blankets and never come out. Sometimes, I wish that life could stand still. Just pause and give me a second to breathe. I need to stop bringing myself down like this.
I think that I shall do another challenge. →
Day 1: Favorite picture of you Day 2: Favorite picture of your best friend Day 3: Why is your best friend your best friend Day 4: How much of an age difference is there between you & your best friend Day 5: What’s the first website you go to on a brand new day Day 6: What’s one song you have to…
I feel like a terrible daughter saying this, but my moms house just doesn’t seem like home anymore.
Its amazing how fast everything is suddenly going. One minute I am having a care-free summer, then next I am discussing things like senior pictures and college with my mom. Suddenly filling out college applications isn’t a distant thought, but one that is RIGHT in my face, the deadline looming around the corner. Suddenly I find myself emailing college counselors and asking questions about...
I will never fit in. I will never know what its truly like. You will never know what I’m truly like. [Unless you visit of course.] Ps. I died a strand of hair with red. It turned out deep burgendy/purple. I will do my entire head. If I have to wait 2 months till I’m 18, so be it.
No matter what I do,
It always seems to fuck things up. I am so tired of this shit. Give me a break people. I am not perfect, I can’t do it all, and miscommunication happens. Bring on the tears.
Day 7: A letter to my followers
Hello followers! Thank you for following me! I am sorry that my posts aren’t very exciting, but I’m glad you continue following me anyways? <3 Kim
Day 5: A picture of my favorite tumblr person.
Yeahhh…so I don’t have a picture but one of my favorite tumblrs is Fuckyeahhlove.tumblr.com! =]
I miss this kid with all my heart.
“Like hell. [7/14/10 12:25:01 AM] りゅうちゃん: I think [7/14/10 12:25:10 AM] りゅうちゃん: Of all the girls Ive known there [7/14/10 12:25:21 AM] りゅうちゃん: You are better than 3/4 of them lol” He always knew how to make me feel better on those bad days. And he is still the same, sweet guy I know. I miss you! <3
A wall has been lifted.
Tonight was nice. We had a bonfire and you were there. Its the first time we’ve hung out or talked since all of that stuff happened… I have always had this little barrier inside me; this voice in my head, a feeling in my heart, that got incredibly anxious at the thought of you being there when a group is hanging out. But you never were. Until tonight. I didn’t know what you...
Did I do something wrong?
Cause it suddenly feels like you don’t want to talk to me. I have no idea what it would have been in the last…24 hours that did it…and yet…? I am someone who completely overthinks things. I know this, and its taking place right now, completely crushing me.
people surprise you.
Doing this instead! xD
10-Day Tumblr Game Day 01- Random picture and explain why you picked it. Day 02- A picture of your favourite shirt. Day 03- A picture of your handwriting. Day 04- A picture of yourself smiling. Day 05- A picture of your favourite Tumblr person. Day 06- A video that makes you laugh. Day 07- A letter to all your followers. (photo/text) Day 08- A picture of your favourite food. Day 09-...
I'm really such a bitch...
But no one realizes it…
Some people in this world disgust me. Keep Matthew... →
i’m afraid I have some of the worst news that has ever hit our lives. It’s almost impossible to even type this update. A few nights ago, Matthew walked from my apt. a block and a half down the street to meet a friend for a drink. half way there he saw a man severely beating his wife. Being the…