Heya, I’m sick and missing school today too~ Feel better!Thank you :)
I hope you feel better too!
Thank you :)
(Source: hanijacqui)
Sure thing :)
Every time I see you and you stare at me like I’m dirt, I want to scream. I can’t take it. I never want it to happen again.
Where did all that time we spent together run off to…
I can never tell if I miss you or just wish you were completely out of my life.
The fantastic state of Missouri! Kinda…..and when I say Missouri, I don’t mean to say I live in the country or anything. I live in a suburb type area kinda close to a big city….come and get me.
The pipes near our house were going crazy one night, and the fire hydrant exploded and was gushing water all down the street. It was like a river :o
The Little Prince and his elephant inside a boa constrictor on a franc :DD
Brother with old francs money from France :D
Inflating the hot air balloon~
My brother and I on the balloon :D
I dislike this kid D:
I don’t even know.
My mom specifically told me a ton of times that I could NOT dye my hair anymore. I always keep asking her because the part that used to be bleached but is now dyed brown is fading to a brown with blonde highlights which I absolutely despise. It has been driving me crazy every time I look in the mirror(which is a lot because I am very vain) and my mom won’t let me do anything about it. I’m real sensitive when it comes to my hair and makeup and eating things I really don’t like. Well, just an hour or so ago, I walked into my bathroom and I don’t even know. I grabbed some extra dye I had leftover from dying my hair red over the summer last year. I mixed it with some grape seed oil. And I just put it all over my hair. I don’t even know what I was thinking. I don’t think I was thinking. I guess the whole time I was questioning myself and wondering why the heck I was doing it when my mom specifically said I couldn’t. I was so scared but I kept putting on more dye. I couldn’t stop myself. I kept telling myself to just wash it out and maybe it won’t be as noticeable. But instead I put a bag over my hair, and I guess I’ll sleep with the dye in and wash it out in the morning like I used to do when I was allowed to dye my hair red years ago. What am I even doing. She is going to kill me tomorrow. I don’t think I care though. I can’t tell. Maybe I do. I have things that matter to me now, but I don’t think I’m caring about them. I just did it-something made me. I don’t know. Something is really wrong with me. I even considered just offing myself tonight. I’m in one of those moods. There are some pills, so so many of them, I could take. Or I always have the nice blue rope from IEKA that I keep in my dresser. But I feel too tired and lazy to even do anything but panic and shake and wonder where my mind is. I think sleep would be a good thing right now. At least it’s hair dye and not a dead corpse. But she would never make that comparison.
