You are all I think about..

taste the explosion

I found a full box of pop rocks...

what could be better than that?

I have yet to find that one..

that perfect fit..

that just adds to me as a person...

I still can't find the right bra.

Well I don't know about you but I remember when it didn't matter what we did.

Or what we wore.

I remember when we liked not wearing makeup.

Or we watched movies and read books and ate ice cream without caring that we didn't leave the house or put normal clothes on.

Remember that?

Remember when you didn't act like you were hot shit?

Or when you weren't a bitch?

When we were friends?

I really don't know why I let it bother me so much.

"it started out as a feeling..."

It's weird that when you are happy, you really don't have much to write about.

A day at home again. Sick, but in recovery.

But happy, always happy. Frustrated, irritated, but always happy.

I have spent five full days without any of my normal sweets...I miss sugar. How sad.

Being sick.

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

How much does your life suck?

You should blog about it.

People might read it.

But they probably won't.

2010

Resolutions

• get licenses
• get a job
• continue to get good grades
• 365 days