THEY’RE COMING TO SAN FRANSISCO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! :DDDDDDDDDD
holy fucking fuck.
ah thank you!
*CAPS IS NECCESSARY
so this is clarissa,
shes really pretty huh….
well today is offically her birthday and I’m going to target to but her this:
and so clarissa is forever one of my girtes friends, and shes quince and arabian and your……….
this wont even make sense ro anyone else and I love it.
fucking amazing, it was just a great night. now I’m enjoying all my gifts from the family party for me earlier, waiting for tomorrow when it’s officially my birthday :) idk what I’m doing tomorrow, I just wanna do hoodrat shit with my friends hahah ahh I’m happy :) and I’m fucking rich! just kidding, I got $115 right now aha. ooh and I’m getting toms tomorrow so I’m happy. aaaand, idk I’m just happy, tonight was really great, an tomorrow will be even better <3
It is 2:22 am, rowdy men scare me at this hour. I will call the police if I hear them step anywhere near my property. The worst part is that my bedroom window is facing the street, exactly where they are. I probably won’t sleep now because of them and I’m so scared and tired ugh.
dear Jesus lord. this. I cannot handle this. omg I love you <3333
hahahaha omg mir I love you <3
they’re awful. and you are twelve. you shouldn’t be on facebook in the first place, let alone wearing that much makeup and popping your ass and pouting your lips and trying to be sexy. you are
twelve year olds are not supposed to be sexy.
get out, get out.
so I spend all morning cleaning the entire house and my dad comes home and I’m just about to clean my room and without even noticing how spotless the living room and kitchen are he just asks me if I have checked the mail and why not. I then become frustrated and say “oh yeah, the house was like this when I woke up, mhmmm” and all he says is “yeah your mom must have been busy this morning before work” and he passes me and walks down the hall to my room that I haven’t cleaned yet, looks at it and says “mhmmm, mhmmm” like seven times and I’m just so frustrated ugh. you probably don’t even understand any of that but I’m annoyed.
I kinda feel like crying and it’s hard to explain why. I just miss you so much John. I wish you were here. It makes me sick to my stomach sometimes. The thing I hate the most is that nothing was solved. You killed yourself and nothing changed, they only got worse. Your life, your death, it was all in vain and it make me sick. Your girlfriend Jasmine isn’t doing well these days and she got drunk tonight and couldn’t stop talking about you. So much shit is happening and if you were here, ugh, I don’t even know. I just wish you and Jasmine could be happy together again. You should see the way your son Jireh is growing up. He’s fucking great, he’ll be a heartbreaker for sure. This just sucks so much, I just wish you were here cause all this is so fucked up and when I start to feel like this I have no where to go because for some reason your dad had you cremated and god knows what he did. This is so fucked up. Ugh. I just miss you and your hair and your asshole ways and your guitar and the smell of your room and your weird smile and your annoying habits but there’s nothing I can do and I hate it. So it’ll be a year since you died in about a month, and I still get thoughts like these. How fucked up is that. I wish you could just see.
the kinda day that will probably get me writing again. although the situations may not be great, at least I’ll be able to fill a page or two in my journal. I don’t feel like explaining anything. I just feel like thinking and writing.