Monday, February 28, 2011


Linnea Strid. 
Hyper realistic art. 

I love this. It's ridiculously epic. 

Saturday, February 26, 2011


I can't compete with them, so I'm just going to give up.

It's like the universe is repeating itself...

Magdalena Pardo Photography.


Today would have been your 18th birthday. 
You would have been so beautiful and carefree, smiling and laughing like you always used to do.
You were one of the few people who made me feel welcome when I came to Ignatius. 
You didn't care what I looked like or where I came from, you just wanted to be my friend.
No one will ever forget what an amazing person you were, and I will continue to regret all those lasts.
Our last conversation that afternoon in Italian about your trip to Hawaii. If I had known that would be our last I would have told you how much you truly meant to me. So many people love you, and still think about you all the time.
I know you would have made us all proud, thinking about you still makes me smile.
I miss you. 

R.I.P Victoria Rose James. 
18 today.

Thursday, February 24, 2011


Why do you keep changing who you are?
I can safely say I don't know the real you, because you just seem to change what you like to suit others.
More than once you've proclaimed your hate for something, and then all of a sudden you're obsessed? It's the same with people.
I don't get it.
FYI I am not stupid, so stop treating me like I am. I find it offensive and rude. And if I choose not to talk about something that bothers me, maybe you should stop bringing it up?
I really don't like being upset. 

Fucking hell. The fact I need to write this just makes me so angry, but seriously I will explode if I don't let this out. 

And now on a lighter note... 


Just Listen.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Fixed at zero.

There's a vulture on my shoulder
And he's telling me to give in
Always hissing right in my ear
Like it's coming from my own head
It's got me mixed up
Trying not to give up
Tell me there's a way to get out of here
Oh, fixed at zero!

Love this song. 
Sometimes it's really clear just how awful people are.
I go out of my way to avoid the awkward situation, especially considering what happened last time. 
I move because I'm visibly upset and my friends can see that.
For you to come over just proves how little respect you have for my feelings, especially if you later attempt to hide when seeing me in the mall.
I don't buy your reasoning, but I'm far too forgiving to question it. 


Sunday, February 20, 2011

Baby I was born this way.

And i'm finally learning to love myself. 
People = Shit.

Friday, February 18, 2011


This makes me want a fucking Lizard friend so fucking much !!!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Lemons & Llamas.

I don't even tell people half of the shit thats happened/happening in my life, I like to act fucking happy most of the time. We only live once and honestly, you should live for the moment! We're so young, and soo many people are making the mistake of being so serious... I did the exact same thing and it fucked me up majorly.
And then there are other people.. who just don't get anything. They don't get that people can have alot of shit going on in their lives and just not talk about all of it.
There is so much you don't know about me, because it hurts so much to talk about. It hurts because I tried to repress everything and hide who I am. I realise now I can't live my life like that, and that people are truly ignorant at times. 
I am just going to write all the shit I am really angry about right now, I will obviously leave some stuff out because it's abit...not awesome. 
I'm about to loose someone I love. I was sexually abused multiple times by different people. I cry myself to sleep. I almost killed myself last year, and the person who stopped me from doing it hates me now. I don't even know how to tell people i'm hurting, because everyone thinks i'm some kind of hyperactive girl who talks like a dude. I don't know how to stand up for myself, and everyone seems to walk over me...
I loved someone so very much, and they crushed me.
I just want to cry. 
I always wanted a friend who I could tell everything, and when I found that person I was too nervous to say anything because I knew i'd just cry.
This is shit. And theres so much stuff I can't even write...because it could just fuck up alot of things. I shouldn't even care about that.. but I do. :(

Thursday, February 10, 2011


I am getting really sick of this.
I am not even kidding, I feel like I am going to fucking explode. 
It's just not fair that people expect sooo much but give so little!
I finally stopped being an emotional door mat and this is what I fucking get?
Okay seriously, what the fuck ever.
Don't expect me to give a SHIT about your problems if you're going to be a fucking cunt all the fucking time.
Yes I said cunt, but seriously?
I cannot handle this, this was one of the reasons I had to see someone in the first place, the amount of fucking stress this puts on me is ridiculous!
Frankly I shouldn't have to worry about everything all the fucking time, but people need to grow up!
Especially "adults". UGHHHH. 

Monday, February 7, 2011


Why hello sunshine :)

Zorik photography. ^^^

It's so funny when things work out like this. When things just fall into place... makes me wonder if the whole concept of "free will" is even there, or if fate is the real force.
Who knows, all I know is I am so much better off now then I was before, I don't have a reliance on anyone, I'm not attached to things and I am happier with everything.
When people don't have expectations, they cant be let down. :)
 I love everyone who I've kept in my life, and I wouldn't be without you. 

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Harsh words.

I hate you.
I hate you so much I cant stand to see you.
I hate everything about you.
I hate that you use people.
I hate the fact that someone else is going to be stupid enough to care.
I hate your excuses and the fact you think gifts make it okay. WELL NO.
I wish I was smart enough to never look twice.
Because I cant take it back or make everything right. 
You where right, I have nothing.
And I will always hate you for that.