i’m sober. i’m happy. i’ve turned my life around. i have a future, i have a life. i have hope.
it’s like i have this curse where i’m forever stuck in the “friend zone”
To Katia <3
- i was drunk all last semester so i dropped out before i would fail. i got fired from my job two days later. ever since i'm broke, starving, friendless because everyone went home, parents don't give a shit. and i'm here in this town alone with no car. i had a bike but i got hit by a car so it's stuck at the post office and no one will take me there. oh, i've been baker acted and hospitalized in the same week. was a pot head and alcoholic but i can no longer afford my addiction so i lay in bed on facebook all day or go upstairs to watch tv with my herein addict neighbors. legit no one cares about me. my friends at home don't want anything to do with me and so i sit and try to forget everything.
- thanks for being my texting buddy. i need you right now.
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
when the bottles are empty and the baggies are gone and you define yourself as nothing, then i suppose you really are nothing.
We live in a world where pretty girls have their lives set for them. i’ve noticed that pretty girls often have their lives together. they have more friends, they connect with their family and most importantly they have lovers. it’s a science: hot Barbies’ wind up with hot Kens’. i’ve only grown up with hot Barbie’s. and i always wondered as a child why my hair wouldn’t do that trick and why my stomach wouldn’t shrink to unimaginable sizes like the “hot Barbie’s”. and for the longest time i always sat and wondered why i could never get hot Kens’. i figure it’s because i’m not programmed to get them. i have hood in my blood. i am my father’s daughter when it comes to the ghettos of Columbia, South Carolina. honestly, sadly, that’s where i belong. that’s where i would be most accepted. but i would be pregnant with my third baby by now and probably a prostitute of some sort. i probably wouldn’t be happy but i wouldn’t be so alone. not sure, but i know i would be at least somewhat appreciated. i would have my family, my blood behind my back at all times. they would fight for me, kill for me, die for me, bail me out of trouble. i know that. i need to find them. i hate the fact that that’s where i belong but it’s the truth. i belong with a Tupac, not a Timberlake.
i believe i like her unofficial music video better. her official, most recent video for this song is ridiculously sexy. like HOTTTT but i don’t know, this was her first video and it was true to herself, not Hollywood. but i love both of them.
i am OBSESSED with her creativity and ability to tell a story through song. “baby’s all dressed up with nowhere to go, that’s the little story of the girl you know. relying on the kindness of strangers” story of my life!
writing a book on Peter Pan. actually it’s a boy with Peter Pan syndrome. he takes his Wendy for an awfully great adventure… but this movie, made i think in 2003 was m favorite for the longest time! something spectacular about the story in general!