I often wonder if you're trying to be me.

Holla for a dolla.

Okay, I have a plan for my next paycheck.

Lets say my check is going to be $350.

$80-$100 for gas.
$100 for sweaters/books/mugs/movies/make-up/whatever.
$30 for coffee/tea.
$20 for food/shakes/snacks.
$100 for savings.

I've been trying to make a budget ever since I started working and so far it's been going awful. I can't seem to control myself when it comes to money. Lets hope this time is different. God.

Numba dos.

Awh, I ordered this except the inside is a pretty blue/green instead of pink. c:

Purging in public bathrooms is about as classy as I can get.

I don't understand why love is so complicated.

My entire life story.

"But then I realized I was holding onto something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they didn't all day long but that never works."

One man wolf pack.

If anyone from high school reads this blog, which is 80% of you, talk to me.
Lets become great friends.
I'm a bit weird and psychotic and clingy and obsessive but hey, we'll get past all that.
You'll learn to love me.
And it'll turn into a beautiful friendship.

Okay.
605.880.2058
Just text me, you can even stay a gray face if you want to.
I already love you.
Kbbs.