It’s real nice how I reblog those “ask me/inbox me” posts and I get nothing… I’m still going to try though, and I will forever keep reblogging those. Why?… because I’m a desperate beyotch.

After all the shit I say to my brother, he just (randomly) made me an oreo milkshake… He used real oreo cookies and rice milk; this is fucking awesome yo. I have decided to spare him another day.

I don’t know why but I find muscles so fucking unattractive. 

I make amazing quesadillas and (vegetarian) sandwiches; my future gf would love me.

i eat mini cupcakes at 1:40 in the morning… and then wonder why i’m so fat. (i write this as i shove half of a mini cupcake into my mouth)

I had the craziest fucking dream EVER…
I guess that’s what happens when you watch ‘Skyfall’ before bed.

How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood? -thats the real question.

I’m going to drink a bottle of ZzzQuil… I’m tired of not being able to sleep until 3-4 AM, then getting up for school at 6. EVERYSINGLEFUCKINGDAY.

Recently I’ve been too busy to come on here..

Everything seems alright for about a week or so, then it goes to shit in the span of a day. I’m getting sick and tired of walking on egg shells, every fucking day, trying not to trigger you. You’re not only fucking yourself up.. you’re fucking ruining me as well.

My back pains aren’t even funny anymore. If it’s not my back that’s killing me, it’s my shoulders, if not my shoulders, it’s my neck. Complete bullshit…

Atleast it gives me an excuse to be lazy and not excercise, lol.

Why I should NEVER be allowed to set foot in the kitchen:

So I was helping my mom cook, and she asked me to take out a glass baking dish thing. I took it out and placed it on the stove. Apparently the stove was on… set on high. The glass dish fucking exploded. Glass er’where. 

beach time, mkay.