need food. need sleep. need more time. need a brain that can function. need a shower. need you back in my life.
need to shut up.
finals week. kill me. hfhkdfhghgdj. i feel like i’m gonna puke again.
i can’t believe it’s only been 6 years since she’s been gone. it feels like it’s been longer. i miss her so much. i’d be such a better person if she was around. all i want to do is make homemade play-doh, help her bake her carmel chocolate cake, watch wheel of fortune, curl up and read a book, share birthday party celebrations, and listen to neil diamond/van halen and oldies music with her. i hope that one day i will grow up to be half as great as her. RIP.
she is my heroine. †
i love you grandma. <333
Really excited my cousin is having a baby girl. Not so excited she stole what I was gonna name my baby, Ava. That was even my bitty baby’s name, or maybe it was Emma. Whatever. I hate being the youngest cousin. I’m gonna be stuck with all the less pretty names. But seriously, that was my name. Damnit Kristi! Oh well. I can’t wait for there to be another Jack running around, in girl form.
No one cares. Hoooookay bye.
i have an ear infection and an ulcer in my throat.
how the hell does a person get an ulcer in their throat?
i shouldn’t be googling this. this is disgusting. i wish i could see what mine looks like.
okay done babbling.
the smell of ammonia has been infesting my house this entire week. i feel like i’m going to pass out. i really don’t like the holidays. gotta clean before and clean after. i wish that i had cousins that weren’t more than 4 years older than me. at least little jack is coming. :) i do enjoy seeing everyone though. can i just inhale some mash potatoes now?
whether to suck it up and embrace my height in order to buy a pair of black wedge leather boots.
I. FUCKING. HATE. BEING. TALL.
being tall has so many disadvantages. hate hate hate.
i do not know. should i do it?
i hate having an empty camera. :’(
i have absolutely no motivation to do anything that would benefit me in my life right now. not school work, things with friends, getting a job; nothing.
wtf is happening to me? i need to wake the fuck up.
just came downstairs and asked me what day my birthday is…
my neck and shoulder hurt so fucking bad to the point of where i almost want to cry. i can’t even move. in fact, my whole right side is killing me. wtf. i’m falling apart.
ok i’m done complaining.