March 2012
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I was literally stabbed in my ass crack today.
I cried for a good 20 minutes. My mother owns a 2011 camaro. All of us are above 5’7”, so it’s hard to fit more than two people in that dinky thing. I always sprawl out in the backseat, since my mom and brother both move their seats all the way back to the point of there not being any leg room whatsoever. Oh and it’s a two door also. I climb behind the seats through the...
February 2012
My friends have decided that when I learn to make clothes, it will all be sailor moon meets lolita meets kitschy. I deeply agree.
Fuck. America is just fucked.
I know I have means of escape, but I worry about my family insanely. I know they could survive, but I would prefer they’d get out with me, or if I could set them up with a good life somewhere else. Especially my dad. I want my dad to be okay. I always worry so much about him.
