Save me from myself.

Newer as in 2010.

Yay! Onto my third car since I’ve turned 16…. Six months ago. Oh well. This one is actually going to be the one I’m going to keep. It’s newer and only has like 30000 miles on it.

I haven’t been sad in a couple weeks. Of course I have to ruin my happy streak with sadness. It’s the worst feeling in the world. Meh.

Fuck today.

I love when my parents realize that if Matt and Kalem don’t spend the night at my house on the weekends we’ll figure out somewhere else to all stay together. So. Guess what I did this weekend? Hung out at my house with Matt and Kalem and Macie and John and Tanner. So fucking fun.

A girl at my school made this heart at school in for one of my friends, who is her boyfriend. Or was. They broke up recently. He got a text today saying something about how he never broke her heart or something creative like that that left him stumped. We then looked over at his dresser and saw this heart and ripped it open. There was this cute little note talking about how if he’s reading this right now they’re probably broken up and how she will always love him no matter if he did something bad to her or she did something to him or if they just grew apart. It was adorable. He cried like a baby. Soooo cute.

When your mom finds a 36 pack of beer, two empty bottles of vodka, six empty condom wrappers, and a shit ton of blankets that smell like sex in your car from the night before….. Whoops. Shoulda thought that through a bit. 😁

I’ve had two showers since last night and I still feel disgusting. It was a long night.

I’m shameless.

I seriously wish my hair would be that long in real life. It’s going to take me like two more years to grow it out that long.
Then a little bit of makeup and getting dressed.
Then drying and straightening my hair. And marveling over my collar bones
Right after showering

Matt better be happy that I love him because he’d have had blue ballzzzz a countless amount of times if I didn’t. Hahaha. Roadddddheaddddd. Ew.

Squinty eye because my fucking contact scratched it. I can’t see today. But damn… I love my collar bone!