Do you ever see random strangers and feel the desire to become their friend? This happens to me all the time.

Maybe I’m just friendly.
Maybe I’m simply desperate & lonely.

Probably the latter.

I have really big nostrils and whenever I’m bored I get really tempted to put stuff in my nose, but I’m afraid that it’ll go up too far and enter my brain and leave me mentally challenged.

#TheLifeOfALesbianWithNoLife 

I always feel so bad for judging some of the people I didn’t really know in High School. 

Despite having the habit of hating most people at Churchland, I must say after interacting with some of the people I thought were horrible people on tumblr and such, I’ve realized that these people are actually really great people.  

Judging a book by it’s cover is never a smart decision.
Lyrics to live by:

”And now I see, I see it for the first time
There is no crime in being kind.
Not everyone is out to screw you over
Maybe they just want to get to know you.”

My cat is trying to sleep, but I keep disturbing it by singing the theme song to “As Told By Ginger” in my bootleg raspy Macy Gray voice.

I really don’t have a life.

Jealousy is good sometimes because it fuels the flames.

It’s like passion, but with less heart.

My favorite type of days are the ones where I feel alive and at peace.

Today is one of those days and my burden is the weight of a feather.

One of those nights where I want someone to hold me close and tell me that I have nice boobs. </3

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice and I’ll never trust another white person ever again. 

Today I realized that my mother doesn’t love me because she won’t buy me plastic surgery.

I’m never satisfied/happy with my life and I blame this on the fact that I’m an only child.

Why don’t I have a butt?

Every night I pray to Yahweh to bless me with a bigger butt, but my prayers go unanswered.

Have you ever tried on a pair of pants that would be perfect if you had a little more badunk in yo’ trunk or tried sitting down and having your butt bones stab the chair? Mmmhhhmmm, exactly.

Excuse me while I eat grits and cry.
Jk, grits are for poor people.

All I want to do is make short films with LaQuanda. That girl inspires me and I love her for that.

Whenever I accomplish something or get a compliment in front of people who don’t like me, I like to pout my lips at them like Lana Del Rey and whisper: “How do you like me now?” 

Buyer’s remorse is the worst kind of sadness.

Trying to decide if I want to go to dance class or just order a pizza and cry because my thighs are fat.

It’s so nice yet weird with everyone congratulating me about Disney.

I never knew there were so many adults who were actually genuinely happy for me and liked me. Oh and of course I notice the fake people who awkwardly stand by when people talk to me and try to ignore me.

People are fun and life is interesting.