Yeaah, thank god Kyle told me, cos I had no idea. I dont even know what to say. “I like Key Club. I like being on the board. Thank you for voting for me even though I was the only one running for Art Historian. Lots of love, xoxo.” Uggggh. I dont even know mang, dont even know.

They accept me no matter what I am and how I choose to live my life (well except drugs). They try to understand things even though they didnt go through what I have to go through, and even if they cant they try their best to make sure there is someone there for me. They accept me and still love me. They try to help me with anything and everything. They are willing to do anything for me. Their unconditional love is what will always push me forward and make me want to become better, for them. I could never thank them enough, for everything they have given me. My life, my sense of security, my happiness on a bad day. Nothing can come between my family and I. Nothing. They mean too much to me and they have given me too much to ever do anything to not allow them to be with me. I promise, one day, I will be able to be the perfect kid for you. I will try my hardest and get my priorities and values straight. I now notice why you want me to be like Jane, because she has been through the same thing as me. She had to straighten her life out, and now I have to too. I have to deal with the consequences I have set for myself from the past, and I will become that kid you brag about at all the parties. I will satisfy your standards. No I will exceed your standards. That I promise to you, or I will die trying.

I thought you were, but you weren’t. I only fell so hard because I was so lonely for so long and was looking for someone to just be a couple with. I didn’t actually like you that much. It was a deep infatuation, not real feelings. And I am so glad that you messed everything up. You aren’t someone that I like. I was blinded by my loneliness.

._____. Why did I even talk? I sounded like a girl

This was like, 3 years ago LOL

Six days ago was Taco’s eighth birthday. I love and miss her so much. I would do anything to have one more hour with her while she was healthy and jumping around. I can’t wait to be reunited with her later on.

Like “hello” or “hey” or “how was your day?”

Not “Fuck me.”

Why do people use “his” instead of “he’s”? So many people are doing that now. Please, it makes no sense. It is He is, not his as in he owns that.

Gaaaah. And I saw the flash of lightning. I like storms when they aren’t this loud.

Leftovers! (Taken with instagram)