I am Shelsea
Saturday, June 8, 2013
6-8-2013 The confession (stupidity)
I know how pretty much everyone says they wish they could have the superpower to read minds or have X-Ray vision....But now, I really freaking want to read minds. I just feel like it would be so amazing....Mostly because I am really bad at reading people feelings from their expressions on their faces. Riley is the only one I can relate to...the only one who makes me feel like I'm not alone. My best friend is Coming to see me in a couple of weeks...I am beyond excited and relieved. Because other than Riley, she is the only person I can fully trust... Plus, she's not a dude or my boyfriend...she will always be there for me and we will never breakup...I hope
Friday, June 7, 2013
6-7-2013- continuation
I keep thinking about how I keep wishing that my life would change... like earlier this evening when we were at the store..i kept wishing that I didn't have to go back to Ormond or live with my mother. I also come upon the thought that if I never would have gone to visit my mother Labor day weekend...would things had been better? Anyways....This is my blog...So i'll write whatever the fuck I want to write. Riley and I are finally official. I think I love him...and I think he loves me too...I mean we say it to each other. Whatever....I don't know anything.
Friday 6-7-2013 The beginning
Today started off as a normal summer day when you have awoken at a later date then normal because you practically pulled an all nighter. Having so many things NOT to do is just, life...I guess.
This blows. I wish I had something that made me cool. Like a body that people won't call fat, or a new cellphone... I don't know. Nothing I seem to want or do is good enough for my "friends" or my family. Most of the time I wonder that if I died...would anyone care? I guess that has always been a question of mine....but, lately I have been asking the same question more frequently. This still blows.
This blows. I wish I had something that made me cool. Like a body that people won't call fat, or a new cellphone... I don't know. Nothing I seem to want or do is good enough for my "friends" or my family. Most of the time I wonder that if I died...would anyone care? I guess that has always been a question of mine....but, lately I have been asking the same question more frequently. This still blows.
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