"Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place."
note to self (via safeslut)(via alydoremi-blog)
so sad. party, books, dorm, my meals. all money. my parents don’t complain or bitch about money but they should. as much as I don’t wanna leave em, I wanna leave LA. I needa find myself as someone’s priority, maybe even to more than one person. maybe that’ll even make me happy. I shall find myself happiness as well.
sometimes keeping emotions bottled up isn’t the smartest thing to do. how can you spill your heart out w/o getting judged? how do you tell someone your deepest secrets when more ppl will eventually find out?
can’t wait to find that ride or die nigga who keeps my secrets, no matter how big, small or stupid. so tired of LA.
don’t wanna talk to anyone but Judy. so fuckin’ sad how I can never do anything on my birthday cas no one gets along. don’t even want my party anymore. fuck dis.
