I hate being here. Why am I here. I rather be in school than here. Get me out of here. Why am I still treated like this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. And you wonder why my face expression is always like this. Why my personality is always like this. Because you made me like this.
Just applied to Urban Outfitters. I really do hope I get the job or I might just become really sad…
I wish I was raised by a more Americanized family rather than a traditional one. Or I wish I was not the only girl and youngest in my family. I hate being home.
Just ordered a bikini bottom from ASOS. It’s been awhile since I’ve worn a bikini mostly because I’m self-conscious of my body but then, who isn’t. But, I’m super duper self-conscious. I don’t even remember the last time I worn a bikini. Probably two summers ago. Not even joking. But, I plan on trying to get that summer body or at least similar to it and get rid of my shorts/feet tan. So unattractive.
There’s an consistency of me always posting late at night. Feels better that way anyways. Blah blah blah, I just want my car back. Like seriously. So hard to get anywhere without a car. This is why Austin > Houston times ten.
To you: You’re really either high or drunk at the moment. I don’t care but don’t text me unless you’re sober. Because then, I’ll just be disappointed at your choice of words because you sound incredibly dumb and yeah.
I need a job. URBN site is fucked up. Maybe they were editing the options and a glitch happened? I don’t know. Just need to be out of this house soon. I haven’t even turned in all my paper work for summer school lol oops.