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.
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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.
