IIIXVIIXCV;

But I love it. <3

When I ask you to go eat with me, it’s not so that I can eat. It’s so that I can spend some fucking quality time with you. Don’t tell me you’ll take me so I can eat, alone. I don’t want to eat alone. Fuck, I don’t even want to eat. I just want to be able to sit down and talk to you over some food. God fucking dammit, and you find a way to ruin it too..

My cousins talks like she’s so baller status when she’s the cheapest bitch. SMH.

Especially when they’re yelling at each other. Mom, stop screaming at the top of your lungs. I’m sure dad can hear you fine from a foot away from you. And dad, stop provoking her and then acting dumb. I’m right in the middle of that one foot and I have a throbbing headache now.

Deepest regard,

Your daughter that is going deaf.

It doesn’t matter what were doing or how we feel, we always find a way to hurt ourselves. Whether it’s just reminiscing or looking at things we know we shouldn’t look at. We always find a way to remind ourselves what hurt us the most. Even when we try our best to forget it.

Forreal? What are you doing.. Seriously, you. .  ah, I don’t even know. You look ridiculous… Like so much.. It’s not cute, attractive, or whatever you’re trying to pull off. It’s. .  I’m . .  Ah. -___-. Speechless. This was so 6th grade year and even then, it was like this.. Smh.