i just TORE my room apart, looking for a razorblade.


i fucking threw it away. i could kill for that. talk about fml. ugh.

this hurts so much.

i've never cried this hard before.

my dad just pretty much told me i'd never be enough to make him stop drinking.

okay, so.

i haven't posted on here since my birthday last year. that's insane. almost a YEAR.

a fuckton has happened. we moved to hell. hitler's house. for eight months. we're supposed to be moving to sparta in.. about three days.

i'm buying a car. i have my iPhone 4.
i'm an even worse chainsmoker, and now the entire town is aware.

i have a boyfriend of almost five months now.
five months in seven days, anyway.
we have an.. interesting relationship to say the least. i honestly love him dearly. i may not be in love with him (quite yet) but i most definitely do love him. he's one of the few lights in my life. especially right now.

i bruised my tailbone super bad.
i'm still out of actual internet. i only have verizon's internet on my iPhone.

and.. that's all i feel like saying for now. i'll be writing and ranting and rambling again soon enough.

test.
so1.

so2.