the most interesting things i say are in my tags, not in my posts. i talk shit. a lot of shit. about everything. i'm judgmental of tv and movies and my life, but not of others. i like to help people as much as i can and i'm an extremely passionate person, which means i care a lot. sometimes i wish i didn't care so much and sometimes i'm thankful for it. i'm thankful for my friends and everyone who has stood by me through everything. i talk a lot. i rant a lot. i hate a lot. but i also love a lot. i reblog a lot of posts about fashion and about sex. and also whatever looks interesting. i love followers.

 

it was a beautiful wedding

i wish i would’ve taken a picture to show you guys my dress. i think it’s so pretty. and the bride’s hair and makeup person never showed up so i ended up doing her hair. she did her own makeup because i was also doing the groom’s daughter’s hair, but she looked beautiful. it was a really fun wedding. i was glad that i was able to see a long time family friend get married and look so happy. i was surrounded by people that i’ve known for a long time that are my good friends and love me. it was really amazing to see. today just showed me, especially with those that rallied to Karla’s rescue, that there really are people that care about me. that i have good friends that are just like my family and that i don’t need to dwell or waste my time on those that treat me like crap. i’m glad of where i am right now.

here’s the one thing i really don’t understand about the “i still want to be friends” thing when we weren’t really ever friends to begin with. so, what exactly does that mean? previously, we hung out with the intent for you to hook up with me. sooooo what exactly is us hanging out now? and then you blame the awkwardness on me. thanks.

actually had a cute phone conversation tonight

with a boyyy. too bad he’s far away. i just don’t think i could ever do that. wish i could. though idk if he wants anything like that either…

right now, it’s just nice to talk and be honest. it’s like having another friend.

why is it that my closest friends are always far away?

i miss ash…

if you don’t want me there, don’t invite me.

if you don’t want to come, just say that.

if you’re mad at me, tell me why.

if you’re happy with me, tell me that too.

if you don’t want to be friends with me, just be straight up.

just stop making up excuses and being fake.

i’d rather you just be honest, even if it hurts.

it hurts less than when you lie.

went to knott’s scary farm last night

it was super fun, though not too scary. we gotta pretty buzzed beforehand, so it was fun. then my friend drunkenly kept telling this hot guy to make out with me, so he did. that was fun. and it was a group of friends, one of them being a guy i dated for a little while and he brought a date, the girl he met while we were dating and decided he liked better than me, but she was super sweet and we got along really well and he got all annoyed because she kept linking arms with me as we were walking and talking to me and not paying enough attention to him. lol. but it was fun(: