When I sometimes imagine it’d be nice to die, I don’t first stop and think about my family or the people that care about me. In fact, it takes me a while to get to those people. I start by thinking about my old Spanish teacher, Mr Morales, who used to laugh at the kids that would say “I didn’t ask to be born”. He told us having just one person that wants us to be in this world should be enough for anyone to keep living. It’s only when I think about this that I realise it is enough.
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock. Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme. Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck. Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time.
“I need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay together forever.”— Juno (Movie) (via quote-book) (via twenty-seven) I never liked Juno as a character, but this quote is how I feel a lot of the time.
seems like we’re staying up doing an assignment TOGETHER.
…..which is really really shit. I’m only tired because of this assignment, I probably wouldn’t be if I didn’t have to do it.
I know. The reason we’re staying up doing this assignment in the first place is because we’re last-minute girls. I feel so exhausted. I drove 4 hours with my dad today….and I feel like this assignment isn’t worth shit right now.
And stupid. Today, I was walking down the street in Fairfield and this guy yells “Pussy Paradise!” at me. I get that it’s meant to be sexist and derogatory…but I don’t know how that’s what someone would come up with. Just…what? Oh, and then I was driving home and this girl with really thick eyeliner and greasy hair cut me off. Then I noticed she had a licence plate that said “PRESHS”. I hate when people actually pay money to look like idiots.
Wtf, I’m from a town called Fairfield lol
In Australia? Haha.
Our fields are much fairer than yours!
Well, we’ve coined the term “Pussy Paradise”, so….watch out.
Most of the time when I get really angry, that annoying Kelis song will pop into my head and just repeat itself. I hate you so much right now. I hate you so much right now. I hate you so much right now. Aaaah!
“There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.”—Patrick Bateman, American Psycho