I guess you really don’t care about me.
Have you ever regretted a decision you made so much that you think about it all the time and you imagine all of the different ways the situation could have turned out if you didn’t mess up so bad
if you have social anxiety and you made that phone call or put in that resume or told that person they’re funny or woke up today I am so proud of you and even if you didn’t do those things I am still proud of you okay
Last Monday of Junior Year
Ahhhh journal time. Suck it junior year. I made you my bitch. For sure. Extremely proud of myself how well I did last semester. APUSH could have been a little better, but honestly, I tried my best without sacrificing too much. This semester was also good, but with being sick twice, i fell behind. i caught up, and now my grades are better than ever! so happy :)))))) if i can ace my APUSH final (its a project) I should be able to get a B!! :)
Had a long talk with Adam tonight, and I think it was just what we needed. Our relationship has grown so much this year, and I expect it will continue to grow as he and I enter college next year.
College…..that’s a big decision……I can’t decide where to go. Should I go to CC for 2 years and transfer? Or should I start off at a big University? My parents spent 4 years telling me I should go to CC because it’s cheaper, but now they are saying I shouldn’t, that I should just start off at a big university and build relationships there. I don’t totally disagree with this, but I’ve kind of set myself up for going to CC now. Not that I’ve let my grades slip or anything, but just the mindset. Now a big university sounds really big and scary. I want to build relationships with professors, and not be afraid to ask questions when I have them.
I’ve sat in high school, quiet and preferably in the back, to stay out of the limelight, and just get my diploma and move on. High school has not been kind to be. I don’t understand why so many people have such strong dislike for me. I try to be kind to everyone, yet there are still those people who feel the need to say mean things AT or ABOUT me. For awhile, I just thought it was me….it was all my fault and I was a horrible person, but now I see that it is/was theirs. They weren’t happy with themselves/their relationships/whatever and decided to take it out on an easy target. I guess this is my life and I just have to play with the cards I’ve been dealt. I’m not so unhappy anymore though, because I have one goal in life, and that is to be who I want to be: SUCCESSFUL.
I’ve tried SO hard this year to be okay with you being best friends with her, and always leaving me out. But at this point, I’m done. It took something SO small to just make me realize that I’m so done, so if you want this back, you need to work hard because I’ve sat here and cried for almost an hour over this and I’m just left feeling stupid, because everything I initially thought was true, even though everyone told me it wasn’t. I will now rely on me and me only.
I’m so fucked for this chem final it’s not even funny
Got put on anti depressants today and wanted to kill myself at the doctors. They told my mom to take all the pills out of the house. Please just shoot me. Please.
I don’t understand why you don’t talk to me.
This is my fifteen year old sister, Hannah. She has a cyst on her pineal gland, which is in the middle of her brain. (From what I understand, a cyst is like a tumor but filled with liquid.) We’ve known about it for about two years, and it constantly gives her horrific headaches, that can last weeks. Her vision is getting very bad because of it too, and so is her quality of life, she’s started fainting and had a couple seizures recently. Just last week we had a Skype conference with one of the two neurosurgeons, in the world, who would potentially perform the surgery to remove it. (A lot of people have trouble getting this surgery approved, but because Hannah’s is one of the largest cysts in one of the youngest patients, it was approved.) Praise God. The surgery will take place in June, but only if we can pay the $50,000. We really need help raising this money.
This is the link to the fundraising site.
Any amount helps.
Please keep her in your prayers.
Seriously guys, get on this. If my followers alone donated a dollar each it would make a huge difference. Please, you don’t know what this means to me, or Hannah, Natalie and Timmy for that matter.
Even if you can’t donate, reblogging helps too.
My mom has this. I am terribly sorry and will reblog whenever I can
I gave what I could, but I’ll give a signal boost too!ߌ0ߌ0ߌ0ߌ0ߓᰟӡߓᰟӡ
This isn’t fitness or recovery or dance-related, but it is important. If each of my followers donated $1, they’d more than make their goal. If you can spare a buck or two, please help this girl get the brain surgery she needs. (And if you can’t afford a buck or two, pass the word along.)
Help out! :))
how fangirls communicate
- Fan 1: AKJSHDKJAHSDKJSA
- Fan 2: I know. I know.