August 2011
5 posts
i miss how
cool i use to be. how creative i use to be.
now i’m just damn sexy
title.
i spent all of high school hating my body, bettering myself where someone would love me. i hated myself and no one actually loved me.
now i’ve got a huge pregnant belly, i never workout, i love myself and someone loves me just as much as i loved the idea of them.
when i wasn’t looking, i got everything i want.
thank you.
ramon
in these past 7 months i’ve grown into the person i want to be, you’ve given me everything i’ve ever wanted and you’ve made me the happiest girl alive. i know without you i’d make it, but i’d always be settling for 2nd best.
sicksicksicksick
wake up, throw up, stay dizzy, repeat.
damn you 1st trimester
cool cats.
i was talking to this “scene girl” today who criticized me for listening to Nikki Minaj. she was too cool and urban to listen too music with lyrics that aren’t “deep talk”… stupid scene and downtown kids, just because you didn’t fit in at high school doesn’t mean you have make yourself look a complete idiot. if you want to listen to some deep lyrics...
