July 2012
Confession No. 4: Social climbers. You, moreso than her. Why is it so easy to be a bitch and so hard to be a nice, sweet, non-judgmental girl…
My brother is the sweetest person in the whole entire world. I’ll never be able to judge or despise him because he’s never pretentious, never spiteful and loves me unconditionally no matter how much of a horrible sister I am. He’d...
Let’s be really honest here.
Confession No. 1: I let you say things about me that I don’t agree with and don’t like hearing, right to my face, and I let you do things to me that I don’t particularly like. As in I just stand there and fake-laugh and take it, like everything’s just so totally chill, when inside I don’t even want to be around you anymore....
Said folder was broken on Wednesday, from me throwing it to the floor after rock-climbing. So I had to buy another one from Eastwood which involved getting some Yogurberry - cue the awkward silences where you know everyone’s singing the Yogurberry song in their heads. I’ve spent most of my weekly energy on hoisting myself up a giant suspended rope ladder thing which was marginally less...
I honestly felt horrible by the end of today. Folders, just normal folders, are now $6.95 each. Yeah, you tell me why. And pens are $2.50 each. My leg muscles are weak, stiff little traitors. Any moment I’m awake, I’m tired. Guilt from going to that overly lit place is consuming me. I hate make up. I hate wearing it. I haven’t touched it for weeks but lately I’ve probably...
So apparently bodies can memorise people too.
