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I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

 Quotes: Time machines don't exist. I'm so sick of people saying "I wish I could back in time.." Listen, sweetie, that's not gonna happen. I'm sorry, but it just won't.
Hey. Just scream Alexis & see who looks at you. I'm 5,000 days old, plus some. I live in a snowball. My friends are monks. My parents are the shit, even if we don't get along. I own a PuertoRicon bracelet and a Italian purse. I hope I make you smile in the next 60 seconds. :)
17.1.10, 10:02 PM

I have figured out that life is really quite hard sometimes. And I have also realized I try really hard, even if it doesn't seem like it. The past week was really hard, because I got to thinking about certain people. Here's my messages to them:

Person #1: I miss you. Like crazy. It's ridiculous. & now it's almost like you're teasing me. I cannot stand it. I think about you everyday. When I wake up, when I go to bed. And I know how creepy that sounds, but it's the truth. The complete and utter truth. It seems as though you're supposed to be in my life somehow, but we're not letting it happen. You hurt me SO much last time, and because of that I haven't let anybody new TRULY into my life except one person. I don't know if I can trust you. I just don't even know. I'm so pathetic and tired of waiting around for you. So I'm thinking about either telling you straight up or giving up. I just don't know.
Person #2: I'm pretty sure I love you. Oh God, I think I may.
Person #3: What's your problem with me? You're supposed to LOVE me forever, and care for me always, but you're so freaking crabby lately it doesn't even seem as though you do. You're driving me crazy.
Person #4: JUST QUIT IT. YOU'RE MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF. OBVIOUSLY HE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU?
Person #5: Yeah, thanks for telling everyone. You're really cool? You're sooo popular? No. You agreed not to tell anyone, and I cannot wait for Shanga & Clarissa to bitch you out on Tuesday. And no, I will not stand up for you. It's not my fault your a lying bitch you can't keep things to yourself.

^ So yeah, your welcome everyone.
Btw, I might be moving my blog to Wordpress? Not sure yet.