i broke out in a fucking stress rash from my internship bull… im the happiest i’ve been in forever and if i cant even work 23+ hours a week at a pretty easy job (aside from the annoying chef) and my relationship is successful then how am i goin to last in the real world… better yet, how am i going to handle the school work once i get home and dont even get to see my boyfriend.. fuck the power of the mind.
simplicity was never my style.
Becca, Ma... but i now reside in Providence Ri. Im going to school to learn how to be a good woman. Music.Tattoos. Baking
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rant: bla bla bla
im happy, for the first time in a long time i’ve stayed happy.
and i want you to understand something… he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.
im such a fucking hot head..
And to think this is me trying to control it Andddd on meds.. fml
someone give me good bands, please.
i have yet to find a band that has captured my time in California… i need to find one soon. i really enjoy having a soundtrack to my life and for most major events i do. but i’ve been listening to music that i already know and have memories for so i need something new. lol yes this was a needless rant about needing new music
end of story someone please give me a good folk/poppunk/anything band to listen to.
| the reason people can't lose weight: | their energy(food/calories) input is greater then energy expended |
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| the reason I can't lose weight: | my body hates me. |
i’m pretty much a bitch and i don’t play well with others…
if i was in kindergarten right now, pretty sure i’d fail.
roommates back home. i love this picture of us.
anxiety
jealousy never looks good on anyone…
not hanging out with my boyfriend for the night cause im on aunt duty and staying home so manny can have friends sleep over… lol time to knit and go to bed early.
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you.
Tim asked me out. go me! ^.^
so now i can officially say this: I am making my boyfriend (who is a cop) a blanket for Christmas and its going to have ACAB stitched into it.
hahahaha he’s going to kill me.
8 years today and i want to tell you something
I think you would have liked him. I think he would have walked up to you, looked you in the eyes and shook your hand. He would ask you to take me out and I think you guys would have talked about how to treat me, and maybe about the gun range.. I think if you were still here you would breathe a sigh of relief that for once I wasn’t sneaking out with some ‘hoodlum’. RIP dad, I hope you see how happy I am. And how awesome he treats me. I love you always. <3 sleep well.
