Well, I swear to fuck, if I hear about you and her tonight, or see pictures of you and her tonight, I will kill you. I'll be like Liam Neeson. Goodluck.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I thought 2012 was going to be a great year. Yeah I was having bad days where I was having no luck at all. But it all got worse. I lost my Daddy, I lost my best friends, I lost my boyfriend, I lost my family, I lost my job, I get kicked out of the house I'm living in, I've already moved three times in the last three months. No 18 year old girl should have to through all this, not at once.
Friday, May 11, 2012
I once had everything I wanted. Then my best friend, my Daddy, died and I got thrown into the deep end to learn to do everything for myself, to grow up. I had to my life together and sort out what I was doing. I don't want to move back to New Zealand cause I have too much here. But having no where to live or no job was hard. I got a job and moved into my Godmothers house. Now she's telling me I have three weeks to move out and get my own house. It all hit me at once. I don't have my Daddy to help me with getting a house. I have to do it all by myself. I have to plan out my money to live on. But I did it in one day. I found a house that I can afford and that is nice. It's exciting stuff but it's scary too. I never thought I'd have to grow up this fast at once.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
I thought I had the most wonderful two best friends in the world. I trusted them more than I ever trusted anyone else. I told them secrets I haven't told anyone else. I stuck up for them when no one else would. Because that's what best friends do. But as soon as my dad dies, they leave me. They complain to me about not contacting them. But yet it works the other way too, doesn't it? I never hear off them. I never get invited to what they're doing. They don't even tell me my own brother is down for the weekend and I have to find out by my step-mum the day after. Thanks guys. I'm sick of your shit. you two have become into two faced bitches.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
I've been getting told a lot lately that I've lost a lot of weight and that I'm looking skinny. I've been getting asked a lot if I go to the gym because I have a "nice" body. Now I wouldn't say I'm skinny or have a "nice" body, not calling myself fat either. But thanks for the compliments. Haha.