Fuck Your Bitch.

month

September 2011

Well lets see..today actually started last night if that makes sense? Hmmm..but anyways first i had a late night phone call with him. Then went to bed at 4 o’clock in the morning then woke up at 7 ish. Ish because I did NOT want to get up but I got up cut my foot getting outta bed :/. Gave the doggie Kilo his meds. Ate. Got ready. Hopped in my momma’s car and went to the bus stop....

"limitations live only in our minds": A mother... →

hobbitzzlife: A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with… Holy fuckkk. :O

I HATE when youre on tumblr blogging and then your mom comes and trys to see what youre doing though she acts as if she wasnt looking.. :/

Made a(n) orderMISTAKEof telling HIM, “You’re not the boss of me.” and made him hang up and call me again, just so I wont answer to prove it. But just to make him happy I should’ve said yes and i should’ve answered. Soo noww im stuck with not knowing if hes mad or not, probably made his day worse after all the shit he went through. I guess no late phone calls with...

Sock monkeyy <333333333 My birthday wish :D

one text..is all i need.. BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Paper Thin - AM Kidd

“I’m trying to read your mind but I would rather read your heart I ain’t trynna play these games, I’m just trying to play it smart honestly my feelings are jumping off of the charts cause you fly me up to Mars being just the way you are fell in love with your design, every smile is like a sign your beauty is unique so it could never be defined I’m not in need of...

I fell for it..again..when will I ever learn how to say NO. or YOU’RE LYING. haa thanks.. thanks for teaching me that all boys LIE. wait til i hear the next excuse misktake.. :/

HONESTLY, How naive do you think I am? YOU tell me how much I mean to YOU and how much YOU love me. BULLSHIT. If you really loved me you wouldn’t have said those things, you ACTUALLY would come here. LOVE. Doesn’t mean sex. Love means you actually care. I ACTUALLY care about YOU. Not how you look. Not how much money you have. Not how big you think you are. I LOVE YOU. and I mean it....