ok goodnight guys its 10:30 and i wanna be able to wake up on time tmr to go to rowlett k love you all

don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a fat, ugly, anti-social, internet addicted freak like me

(Source: ghoulss, via gracewmsu)

who remembers trish thuy trang

i loved her

omg i had all her albums

i really want dear john, the notebook, the last song, the lucky one, and a walk to remember. i would love it if someone got me those books.

it proves that you’re mature enough to stay friends. just because the relationship failed doesn’t mean the friendship should. i mean, it all started from friendship after all. it’s nice seeing two people who used to be a couple manage to stay friends, or even bestfriends after the breakup.

you are my everything.

if you’re going to date someone, treat them well. don’t make up excuses not to see them yet you would go out with your own friends. if you lose feelings then end it. don’t continue with that bullshit, it’s not cool. don’t break up with someone over the phone/text/message, at least have the balls to tell it to their face, maybe they wouldn’t look at you so badly afterwards. don’t give them false hope that everything will be back to normal when you know it’s not. don’t try to get back with them once they find someone better than you, that’s call homewrecking. don’t say things and blame it on the other person because that’s extra low. maybe you don’t like them now but that gives you no excuse to call the “two-faced” or a player. you fell for that and you brought yourself upon that. you’re basically everything you call them, from every cuss word to every bitchy comment. you are no better than them and if you get your goddamn friends to back you up when their friend calls you out, you’re a little no tits, flat ass son-of-a-bitch. get the balls to talk back to them yourself. i have absolutely no respect for people like that and i wouldn’t mind if you disappear from this goddamn world. i swear, if you didn’t have a nice face, no one would want you. that’s why i’m going to refrain from hurting you because once i’m within walking distance from you, your pretty face is not going to be so pretty anymore. i don’t want to ruin your only chance of getting a boyfriend, that would be too mean of me. my middle finger is my only gesture to you, bitch.

when people make my friends cry, i don’t care about who they are. you could be the nicest person in the world or the prettiest but idgaf. at that point, your face & personality can’t do anything to change the fact that you’re already a little brat.

if you’re sad and depressed, i can’t stand that. i feel like i don’t deserve to be happy if one of the most important in my life isn’t.

why am i so mean? maybe it’s because i’ve been fucked over, used, and taken advantage of. maybe i’ve had enough. maybe i want to stand up for myself now. maybe that’s why i’m so mean.