LOVE 

I realized that I’ve been using this a lot just to bitch lately….

MY BALLET TEACHER.

She drives my insane.  I feel like she’s nice to everyone except me.  She’s either always yelling about me about my foot, or making me seem like a dumb ass and that I don’t know what I’m talking about.  More often, she does both at the same time.  I heard her say to one of the girls “…don’t let it hold you back” Well you know what, you’re the one who holds me back. fuck you.

So I decided not to go out last night with everyone.  For the obvious reason cause of my crutches, but another reason cause I really just felt like not dealing with anyone and just having time to myself.  Sometimes I get into these moods where I don’t want  to be with anyone and I stay home, but then I regret it later.  So I wake up this morning to everyone telling me how awesome last night was and go on facebook and everyone talking about it.  But, maybe a little surprisingly  I’m feeling great. and so so so so so happy I didn’t go out.   

And on another unrelated note I realized that this is kind of my public diary.  But I’d rather do this just type it up in a Word document (which is what I used to do). Cause Tumblr is much more pretty. That is all.

ITS 4:30 AM RAHRAHRAHRAHRAHRAHRAH ‘LFJWEF’LK JALKDJ 

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During a Period Uterus: I hope you didn't like those underwear.
Stomach: EAT ALL THE THINGS!
Emotions: I don't care that you were crying your eyes out ten minutes ago, that was fucking funny. Now go act like you're high until I see something that pisses me the fuck off.
Stomach: ESPECIALLY THE CHOCOLATY THINGS!
Uterus: Also I've decided to act like something's constantly punching me. I hope you don't mind.
Me: why can I not have a penis.

My Life.

I think I might like you a lot more than I had originally planned.

this is so me.