Skinny Love

May I just point out the fact this girl is stunning and I would give anything to look like her?
I mean her lips are so kissable looking, her cheeks are perfect shade of pink. Her collar bones stick out beautifully. The gap between her legs, her skinny little arms. Her hair looks so thick and lushish. She has hardly any boobs and her stomach is flat. You can tell her hands are gripping her hip bones <3. Now I'm not a lesbian or anything, but this girl is perfect.

With the lights turned off

I don't really feel like blogging but for some reason I am anyway. So yeah. Um...what to say. Like i have things i could tell you guys but i don't want to write it all out. How about this I still love B but I heard B is talking to K and K is also talking to four other guys. Then I saw this kid get knocked out cold in the hallway. Like what the fuck? I'm so sick of this shitty ass school. Fuck. I just want to run away with Sweetpea in my car and drive and drive. Never ever looking back. I still want to run with the wild horses. Screw this I want Bryce and idk how to get him back. I've spent so many nights thinking and crying then thinking and crying. WTF? can't he see we're meant to be together? :'( ....i miss everything about him. His beautiful smile, the way he looked down at me. The look in his eyes were you could tell he loved me. The way he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. The way my hand fit perfectly on the back of his neck playing with his little curls. How about the way everyone could tell we were perfect for each  other? I don't know what to do anymore. I've begged. I would do anything to get him back. Besides kill someone unless that meant K then I would but whateverrrrr. I'm tired of not sleeping. I'm tired of hurting. I'm tired of seeing him flirt with other girls. I'm tired of pretending. AND i am really FUCKIN tired of pretending everything is okay at school when i come home and fall apart. I hate hate seeing my fb single and not seeing in a relationship with Bryce.

Left to dry

Where to start...I could go through and tell you everything about me and all my imperfections, but instead I think I will just start off with this. I am not a little kid anymore I am not an adult yet. Therefore my brain switches between the two. In nine months I will be "consider" by the USA as an adult, but mentally I'm not one. I try to conform to society(I'm its loyal subject), but its just as hard being yourself. I write to forget and remember. I know it doesn't make much sense its hard to explain. Currently I have a cold so I cant sing. Well I can it just hurts and sounds like shit so I won't. I think Thats what I will leave you guys with.