Ever since I got home last night, my mind has been going crazy. I started by turning on my ipod & cleaning the house upstairs since I had nothing else to do. Felt kinda good & nice to do that for my mom. Then I went downstairs & started cleaning my room. I found stuff that had brought back both painful and bad memories I didn't want to remember. I began tearing the stuff to shreds, then put it on my dresser. I sat on my bed just staring at the pile. My sister eventually came into my room and we talked about alot. We do this maybe once or twice a month, just to talk and get everything out. She told me stuff that I didn't know or realize. Once she left, I just like started crying. At that point I ran upstairs to the trash with all the stuff I shredded and continued cleaning. It felt relieving but now, the next day, I keep thinking about everything and new things, having a different perspective on things. And realizing alot more. It hurts but I'm glad to know now. I feel like a terrible person, but I know I'm not. Maybe it's Monophobia kicking in. That always gets the best of me :/ Just currently it feels like I'm falling back into a deep hole & the walls are made of sand, making it hard to escape. No, not depression. Atleast I'm hoping not. Just hard times are coming around again. I know I can make it through. But it sucks that I have to battle them in the first place. On a more positive note, my season at Frightworld came to an end about two weeks ago. I'll miss it, and the people. But it feels so relieving not worrying about working the crazy hours there anymore. I'm still with Ashley, almost three months. I've had to what it feels like 'battle' with people, but I've won. And she's wonderful<3. I got my first quarter report card. GPA is an 86. So much better than last year, but for the second quarter I want to reach a 90. I can do it. I haven't been on here in so long because my computer keeps breaking. I just came to a realization, that when I went to look at old pictures and conversations I had saved on my computer, were erased. I started panicking but felt better at the same time. Things I didn't wanna let go to are gone forever, but so are things that should've been let go of so long ago. Weird. I don't know, I'm filled with so many emotions. But I'm going to my best friends house in about 20 minutes. I'll feel better then. She always makes me feel better. Actually, I shouldn't even say feel better. There's nothing to feel better for. Maybe just take my mind off of how busy it is. Because, I am happy with how things are going. I just regret how mean I was to her in middle school. But in freshman year I apologized. She was such an amazing person who didn't deserve it. Now I'm so happy to call her my best friend and she calls me hers. I can't imagine my life without her. My nephew Travis is doing well. He's just over a month old now. Dave is being sent home from overseas, I think because of his injuries. But now he gets to meet his son. It's gonna be emotional but, we're all ready to see him once again. I miss him so much. Now I realize I'm just babbling about things on my mind, jumping topic to topic. I think this is ready to end now.

There's so much on my mind right now it's giving me a migraine. I was sitting on my bed trying to catch up on homework cos my work week has been insane. I couldn't concentrate at all. I've worked 12 days in a row. Discluding this past Friday due to my sister having her baby. A second nephew for me, Travis. Today I didn't go to work either. As soon as Ben & Ashley dropped me off my mom came to the car & while I was holding Tyler, told me about my sisters husband. He was serving his 3rd term overseas & was badly injured. I'd rather not go into details about what happened or what his injuries are, but I started crying right there. I didn't mean to. But I couldn't hold it back. Thank god for Ben & Ashley staying with me for another hour. I was a mess outside. I didn't want to go inside with the kids and have my sister see me as I was. Work was a no-go. I couldn't even sort my thoughts, let alone go to work and concentrate for 6 hours. Just last week I was having a conversation with Becky about how you never realize just how much you care or love someone, until a thing like this happens. But I have faith in him. He's such a strong guy, he'll make it through. And even though currently I don't believe in God, I still believe the angels will help him through this. I have to stay positive for his babies, for him. Always.

I miss you. Not just physically as in being near me. But mentally.



Different. That's what you are.

If, no WHEN I get another cat









I am naming him Pickles.
Whether it's a girl or boy.

For the past like, 2 months my computer has been broken so I can only get on when I go to people's houses or babysit. I guess I'll just give an update on what's been going on. School started, Junior year. And so far it's decent. I'm dating Ashley again & it's going a lot more smoother than last time :] We went to Homecoming this past friday & it was so fun. Though some people were like "ohh how awkward" when we slow danced but they can bite me. I turned 16 last week. For my birthday party, my two best friends got my favorite person in the world to come. It was a surprise. He told me he couldn't make it cos he lives over an hour away. Then my best friends were like "oh shit I made a mess at my house" cos they made me cupcakes and brownies then ran home to one of their houses around the corner. About 10 minutes later  Becky comes inside and tells me there's a problem and to come outside. I go outside and there he is. Standing in my driveway. Sure enough I ran into his arms and hugged him for a few minutes. I ended up crying as I was hugging him. It was the most wonderful gift, since I don't get to see him often. I got hired at Frightworld this year. I work in Phobias in the mirror maze. It's so much more fun than wicked woods or working the scare deck in Phobias. Got my paycheck yesterday. $201 richer :] that was so nice. My co workers are pretty cool. Sarah is such a sweetheart. Rob & Kyle are so funny. Oh my god. And Scott is possibly one of the nicest guys in the world.I'm working crazy hours. Between trying to manage my two jobs, babysitting, a girlfriend & school. But I can do it. I know it. I always have faith.

Recently, it feels as if I'm asked the same question over & over again. "Katie, why do we never hang out anymore?" And the honest truth is, I don't have time for anyone or anything anymore. Last week I had plans with a close friend but I had to cancel due to my lack of sleep. I had worked a double shift & had to go to school for 6 hours as well. And if you're asking how I'm in school in August, it's a thing called summer school. I had to go to class,study for a test I missed in the library, then take it. All together, I was so beyond exausted. Sure enough, I felt bad cancelling but I had a hard time staying awake through my test. And it feels that's how everyday has been for like, two months now. School. Work. School.Work. I apologize to my friends and family, these things are important to me as well. I have to pass this class so I don't have to repeat it in school next year. And this job is important, since I'm very low on cash. Plus, one of the worst possible things to happen would be me getting fired. Upsets me that at the age of 15, I feel as if I'm 40. And this is just summer? Good lord when school kicks back in. Having 9 classes plus homework and projects, then work, managing to spend time with friends/family, then hope to God find some time for myself. Of course I occasionally have those lazy days that I'm so thankful for. But I can't spend all of them hanging out with people, I really really need to catch up on sleep. That way I can perform daily functions. Ahh, oh how I can't wait to be an adult.

I was watching Comedy Central maybe, last week, when I saw a commercial for an upcoming show. It was called "Roast of Joan Rivers". The previews made it look as if they sit down a person, while people make rude,sarcastic, unneeded comments toward that person. Sure enough she sat there laughing at what they saw, but who really laughs at what people make fun of them for? We all know it hurts. It may be on Comedy Central, but it looks like a show of bullying one person for other people's pleasure. I did not watch the program, but my opinion does not change. Joan Rivers did some great things in her career, along with not so great. But she's human. Along with how she wants to keep herself looking young. Who cares what procedures she gets. Leave her alone. The channel may have some great shows and movies play on there, but this one just disgusted me.

Why is it such a terrible feeling when you come across someone's page who you knew were friends on myspace with, just to find they deleted you. I know I probably sound like a myspace whore saying it, but it's like a "you're not good enough for me so i'm kicking you out on connection with me".  Especially people in your city. Recently, I came across two people in my area who deleted me. One of them, I was actually used to be super close with. We aren't close anymore, but I thought we were still friends. Guess not. Either that, or he just thinks he's too good for me. I mean I see him all the time. He used to come up to me and greet me with a hello and sometimes a hug. But within the last like 6 months, he barely looks in my direction. And I KNOW I have been nothing but nice to him. As for the other person, he's just always been a dick so I guess that's expected. But now when I see them, I know I'm gonna feel slightly insecure. Deleting someone is also like saying "I don't like you". So now I know, but I guess I would have rather him told me himself that he moved on. Or whatever reason it was for him doing so. I deffinetly delete people sometimes, but it's usually the people who post a thousand bulletins about adding sites. Those are just annoying. I don't do that, so I don't get it. Sorry if I'm an embaressment to have on your friends list. I'd rather not be on there if that's how seriousley you take myspace. When you think about it, that site is like a social pyramid. The popular one's have tons of friends & picture comments, and the one's who barely have anything are considered like, losers. And it's sad. It's a freaking site. But people take it so seriousley. Including myself, I won't deny it. Sad how many other problems there are in the world, yet people are freaking out over who picture commented who back.

While I was on my flight back home to New York from Florida last night, I got thinking. It was a late flight but I wasn't that tired. My best friend was reading a magazine & my mom was sleeping so I looked around at the people surrounding me on my flight. 98% of the people were sleeping. So I thought about sleep. What is it, why do we need it, where do we go while we 'sleep', what's really going on while we're resting, etc. When I thought deeper into it, sleep is kinda scary. We're taken out of our body to a dream land. Who knows where or what that really is except our imagination. How it effects us so deeply to the point where we wake up possibly screaming, crying, or laughing. How it effects us so much we sometimes fall out of bed, or kick. It seems to be a powerful substance almost, that takes over our body as we re-charge. But what happens to those people who die in their sleep? Did their body just stop charging like a cell phone? I think the whole theory on sleep in never ending, there's so many twists about it that I have no idea if they'll be solved. But I guess I'm just babbling,

Let's face it, school in the new millenium is NOTHING like how it was 50 years ago.Or even 20.

Today, I walked to my school with a friend to get our schedules changed for the 2009-2010 school year. When we finally found an open door, we walked in & instantly saw changes for the upcoming school year. Such as cameras in every single hallway & exit to the school. Before we only had a few at certain doors. If you live in the Buffalo, New York area you probably heard about that high school princepal who stole like 70k from the school vault & funraisers & shit. Yeah, that was my school. So as you can guess, we got a new princepal. Atleast a temporary one til the new position is filled. Our temporary one cooked up some new rules. Such as we can't go anywhere during studyhalls or lunch, and can't use the bathroom unless it was an emergency. We have to stand as someone reads the pledge of allegience over the pa system, stuff like that. There was talk that he came up with other rules such as no piercings or studded belts. And girls can't bring purses to the bathroom. As well as students need to be padded down. All of those apply to me. I have 8 piercings that I will NOT take out for some fucking school. Theyre not a distraction. I only own one belt and it's studded, so screw off. And I can't bring my pruse to the bathroom with me? What am I gonna do, wave my tampons/pads in your face? Oh and we have random bag checks before school somedays. I mean, I know we do have alot of fights, and there used to be alot of bomb threats, but this is high school. I know the school board wants to protect us, but metal detectors? The type of kids I go to school with, I don't see any of them bringing a gun to school,then again you never know. I have friends who carry knives with them but its for protection. I guess I get where theyre coming from, but its so sad. That schools are turning into this. That parents are scared sending their children to their learning center! I remember my sister telling me "I hate knowing my baby sister is in such a dangerous place 8 hours a day. I'm scared for you. High school ended just a few years ago for me & it was nothing like this." It's very true. Parents, friends, family are scared for who they know that go to school, its that dangerous. I guess I never saw my school as that dangerous, but schools cant take chances anymore. Especially since my school really does have ALOT of fights. I remember one week this past year we had one every single day, sometimes twice a day. Til the final one happened friday & teachers monitored the whole building making students evacuate immediately after class. School should be such a safe, learning enviornment. Instead, my friends feel the need to carry protection on them just to learn. If this is happening in schools, what's next?

When I was laying in bed last night, a thought came to mind & I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it while I slept. Yesterday someone again called me a 'scene kid' & while I was in bed it got me thinking. What do people consider scene? And why is the sterotype hated so much upon? Then I thought, there must be atleast one other group related to scene. Atleast in some way. Then I came up with it. The mafia. Completly different looking, yes. But when you think about the attitude of both groups, they are quite similar. The mafia likes to fight and kill. Scene kids like brass knuckles, moshing, and those sayings like 'talk shit get hit". Both promote violence I guess is what I'm relating in there. Also, both groups like money, and representing the money sign. Or how about the looks? The Mafia likes to look sharp with their suits & gelled back hair. Scene kids ovbiousley love how they look such as with their colorful clothes, or straightened & teased hair. I don't know, I suppose there wasn't a purpose or reason for writing that, but it was just a random thought I got last night. Now no one get mad at me for using the word 'scene'. We are all guilty of sterotyping & know there really isn't an alternative word. Especially for this subject.

On a more serious note-
I don't know whats been up with my sleeping lately. For the past like 2, 3 weeks all I've been having are nightmares. Ovbiousley I've lost sleep from this. But even when I take naps now, I still have nightmares. It's not like anything bad happened in my life recently. And the nightmares are so random. Bout like my fears, or something. Like I just woke up from a nap and my nightmare just now was about I was babysitting my neice and nephew when my sisters dog got loose into the storm outside. When I asked for people to help, people startd pointing fingers and being mean to me about it. I felt so terrible I hugged the dog when I woke up. Ugh. I want nice dreams again : /

As we all know in America, you have the freedom of speech. But people are still being criticized or even killed for speaking of their opinions. Parents usually encourage their child to speak up, and be leaders not followers. But when people are being harassed and killed for it, who's gonna open their mouth? Or let their children? What a scary thing for the 'Free country' to slowley become dictated by their own people. People supporting gay rights are constantly harassed, threatened, hurt, for their beliefs. Yet racist people can speak all they want & most just laugh. That's sick. Teachers give detentions and suspensions for kids speaking up in class. I know I've been kicked out of class for it. Just because your the adult, doesn't mean what your saying is right. Or even moral.  Groups of kids attack others for a small opinion on something. And it's so sad. Having to be scared of opening your mouth. In fear of what others will do. This is the United States of America. Sorry founding fathers, I guess your dreams for this country are fading.

In every person's life, there's that one friend that all the rest don't approve of or just flat out don't like. I had one of those friends. And I lost him.
If I could, I'd have him back in my life. Atleast, the person that I used to know. Sure, he didn't have a clean record and normal life like the rest of us. But he was the biggest sweetheart. And protected me. I was first priority in his life. Like any other guy he acted differently around his friends. Not always in a bad way though. He always showed everyone around him how important I was. Everytime he got his phone back, I was the first person he called. I remember the first time he called me. We had been texting and he was threatened by the neighborhood he was walking in late at night. I texted saying he could call me if he'd like, thinking he really wouldn't. Sure enough there was his name on my caller ID. We ended up staying on the phone for 13 hours straight. Not even sleeping. From there on, we were attached to each other. We were a 30 minute drive from each other, but that really didn't matter. Talking as much as we could, even if that meant on school nights. Our conversations were never shorter then 4 hours long. I found myself constantly sleeping in school and in the evenings so I could stay up. Even then, we still fell asleep almost every night on the phone. But neither of us hung up. Just slept on the phone. If I ever had a problem, I turned to him first. Always knowing how to make those problems vanish for a while. Even his parents grew to love me. Whenever his dad heard that he was on the phone with me, he'd yell "lemme talk to her!" & I'd talk to him for a good 20 minutes. Everyone approved and loved me in his life. It was like a fairy tale. He put me in front of everything in his life, even his family. Except his little brother who I even adored. He had become a main priority. My protector. My best friend. Things were like this for about a year. We made every effort we could to finally hang out with each other. We came close, except he had gotten kicked out of the place where. And my brother had come to pick me up before he could come back.  Eventually, he gave me so many hints that he wanted more then friendship. Over and over again he'd ask me "What are the chances of a girl like you with a guy like me?" We had grown so close, I couldn't imagine anything but friendship. I know it hurt him, but I couldn't. Over time, that hurt our friendship tremendousley. He wouldn't give up, and that made me want to get away. The more I ignored him, the more flirty and willing he got. After about 5 months of almost completly ignoring him, he texted me out of the blue asking me to go to his show at a venue he knows I always go to. I agreed. The entire way there, I was a mess. I couldn't believe this was finally it. I recognized him the second I got there. I stood right next to him, waiting for him to say something. At one point he walked inside and I texted him telling him to come outside, since I was there. He came out and we both had a huge smile on. But I never got that huge hug he promised. I got a half-assed hug that I had to start. It was awkward talking and standing for about 15 minutes. I couldn't believe how I could never get him to shut up on the phone, yet here he didn't have shit to say. His friends came out and when they found out who I was, they instantly remembered. We agreed to go inside, where we separated. I didn't speak to him the rest of the night. He ignored me, and acted like I wasn't there. Even though he was the reason I was there. I guess I got what I deserve. But he left without saying anything. Not even looking my way. That was the last time I saw him, or even spoke to him. Now a days, I have the most terrible nights where all I want to do is call him and talk to him. So he can make me feel better. But I can't do that. He hasn't been online in months, and has a new number. I'm pretty sure I can't ask his friends either. He kicked me out of his life, like I tried doing to him. All because he liked me, and I didn't want that. I see pictures on his friends pages and he looks so happy. I guess that's a good thing, but I miss him more then what he could probably imagine. I miss who he was, before any of the problems occured. I run into his friends alot, but never him. I often wish it would be him instead of them. I wonder what would happen in that situation. Whether he'd say something, or keep going.
My friends never liked him because of his history. But if they only knew who he was, despite that. Then how I acted when I found out he liked me just added more flame to the fire. People around me grew mean to him, trying to get him away. If I could, I would've made sure that never happened. He was just a boy with a heart beating for a girl. But that girl wanted the beating in a different way. Instead, the heart just stopped beating at all.

I'm completely aware that I'm not a girly girl, nor will I ever be. I enjoy dressing & acting how I do, which my guy-friends seem to love. But that doesn't mean you can treat me like one of the guys. I like being chill, but I don't wanna rough house with you guys. Lately, I've noticed how guys have thrown things at me saying 'think fast' which it ends up hitting my face, punching, slapping me, pulling me down to the ground with my hair, etc. It hurts. Both mentally and physically. Then when I try to tell you it hurts I get told to suck it up cos they're just playing around. Well Im not. I'm a girl, so I'm more fragile then your 'dudes'. I love being down to earth and friends with alotta cool guys, but please, don't treat me as one of the guys.

Anyone who is homophobic or thinks gay marriage is wrong absolutely disgusts me. LOVE IS LOVE. A man & woman relationship doesn't have more love then a man & man relationship. Their love is exactly the same, just for different people. What makes it so wrong to love the same gender? Especially if you don't believe in god. Who cares if God 'says' you can't love same sex. Isn't he suppose to love everyone? I believe in God but I myself am bi. I'm even currently dating a girl. Who cares. Three days in a row I got harassed for being bi, I can't even imagine what gay people must go through. Some of my closest friends are bi or gay. They are just as amazing as my straight friends. No they don't hit on everyone they see, they are normal. Everyone loves Ellen Degeneres, and she's a lezbian. See how awesome she is? She's no different. I don't see how people can discriminate so easily like that. It makes me wanna cry. I see it all over my school, city, everywhere. Isn't it written somewhere all men are born equal? That includes orientation. Even the jokes. Sure, some are funny. But most are so mean, and offending. I didn't realize until someone made a joke about a bi person. Jokes are meant to bring smiles, but they should be for everyone. Not just a certain crowd. Like in that one Spongebob Squarepants episode [bad example i know lol] When Spongebob makes fun of his close friends to get a crowd laughing at the comedy club. Exactly the same thing. I don't know how to end this. So I'll just say, love is love. No matter what the gender mixation is.

Sure, it's only natural as a teenager to be into dating. But when dating comes around, alot of people get too into it. To the point where friends are forgotten, betrayed, or just all together left behind. Having a boyfriend/girlfriend may seem so awesome, but those who were there for you before your partner was should still be a priority. They'll be there through all your fights you have with your partner, along with soothing you through the break up. Cos let's face it, relationships are a joke until you get out of school into the real world. When settling down starts to become important. People in my age group have been dating for years now, but just recently has it really started to bother me how easily people around me are completly kicking me out of their life for their girlfriend/boyfriend. Friends that I've had for years, friends that I have taken risks for, and trusted. I do have a few friends who still make time for me, and I thank them for remembering I'm still a live human in this world as well. But it's the majority. I've been ditched for a friend to go have sex. That's pathetic. I've had a friend of two years walk out of my life because they found a little chick who will say anything he wants to hear. Everyone around notices, and it's sick. And annoying. Or when you find out your friends boyfriend/girlfriend is cheating or hurting them, then when you try to help your friend they completly lose it on you. Either cos they don't believe you or don't want to be. I'm really writing this due to me loosing another friend a few days ago because of a girl he found that thinks is 'the one' when he's known her for a month. Yeah, okay, But I'm sick of waiting at the end of every broken relationships for my friends to come running back. It's not gonna keep happening. I'm ALWAYS there for you, but yet when I need you like once or twice, you won't even answer my phone call. Fucking sweet. Go have fun with your girl toy, I'm so beyond sick of friends leaving me for a little fuck buddy.

Alright so I know every teenager finds something about their school to hate, but mine isn't the usual. Blah blah blah 'oh my school is so gay' or 'everyone is fake'. We've heard it all. What pisses me off about mine mostly is how people think they're 'moshing' at the dances. I attend most of the dance just for fun and the dj always puts on this techno-ish song that has a really great beat and fast pace to it. Well every single time everyone goes to the middle of the gym (dance floor) & everyone presses against each other and start jumping up and down. Eventually the drunk falls and before you know it there's a pile of kids on the floor. Either that or kids just start beating each other up for falling on their girlfriend or something. Then the next day you hear 'Bro did you go in that pit last night?! Crazy moshing yo." NO, THATS NOT MOSHING. Go to a fucking hardcore show, see the difference. Go in a wall of death, see what you consider crazy after that. In real mosh pits, you constantly shove and kick and just move around. But you always help someone up if you see them fall, regardless if you know them or not. I got trampled at the school dance, and no one would help me up. Oh no wait, one girl did. And that's because she saw me repeatedly get shoved to the ground by some asshole everytime I tried even remotely trying to get up. I have seen people snack their necks, get their spine stomped on, and blood fly because someone wouldn't help them up in a real pit. Did anyone get hurt at the dance? Fuck no. People don't even dare. Not only that, but at shows, guy never hit me in the pit. Atleast not on purpose. They know better. Guys at the dance? They were the ones beating me to the ground, making sure I didn't get up. If you did that at a show, you'd be first thrown out by security, then beat by the guys who saw you do it. Hell yeah I got bruises from the dance. Oh and when I was down, some kid next to me who was also down tried to work his 'magic'. I don't think so, stay away from me. I guess this made guys at my school also looks like assholes but oh well. School dances with jumping are not mosh pits. Go to a show and go inside one there. See if you notice a fucking difference.

I'm so scared for you. To the point where I'm sitting here sick to my stomach, in tears.

It's weird the type of impact someone you barely know can make on you. An impact that could alter the way you look at things, and think. This 'stranger' could even be someone you thought you knew so well. A sweet person who didn't like talking about themselves, but once they did its like wow. I never realized or thought about. Recently that happened to me. A good friend of a few years I have, never liked talking about themself. Insisted to always keep me the topic everytime we talked. Until one day they talked and just, boom. A side you never knew of them for so many years. A deeper person, someone who you wouldn't guess from such a happy person. Not saying a sad person, but someone who had many more side pieces to themselves that were never revealed. It makes you look at them in such a different way. It takes away the innocence of the friendship you had. At first its scary, since your so used to another side. But in another way, its relieving. To know the secrets that were hidden. Since it was ovbious there was more to that person. And for some reason, it leaves such an impact. That I find myself constantly thinking about. Constantly worrying now for that person, since there was so much more to them that I had not seen. I want to protect them, and shield from all the dangerous things like a mother would to her baby, but clearly I can't do that, nor would they want to. They can live their life exactly as they want to, but I will always be on the side for support. Always curious to what else is behind this mysterious person I thought I knew. Like a book, not knowing what's on the next page. Suspense. But the need to keep on turning that page in hope for a happy ending.

Recently, I've thought about how I always get the worst luck with my mothers trust. She doesn't trust me for certain things based on incidents where I'm completely innocent. But it looks like I'm guilty. Here's a list of what I'm talking about & you'll be able to see how bad my luck is & why she doesn't trust me as much as she should.

1. I have perverted friends so for my birthday my friend bought me a box of condoms. So we decided to just blow them up as balloons. We completly forgot about the wrappers, and my mom cleans my room frequently. She found about 5 condom wrappers. Ofcourse she didn't believe my story.

2. I had two guy friends over and one girl friend over. My one guy friend tried lifting me up which took me by surprise and I kicked him and we landed on the floor. Just then my friend went to help us when he tripped and hit the light switch and fell. My mom walked in on us all on top of each other on the floor.

3. One of my friends who smokes spent the night and accidentally left her matches here with her rolling paper for weed.  I have a huge room so I don't notice everything. My mom found it on my floor.

4. A friend of mine gave me some drinks after a party and I thought they were energy drinks so I took them. I wasn't thirsty that night so I just put them on my dresser for tomorrow. My mom went to wake me up when she found them. It was alcoholic. Course I wasn't told that.

5. Then just about an hour ago I brought down the whipped cream bottle to eat with these raspberry Hersey kisses I have. Well my friend spent the night last night, and the whipped cream was in my room.



See what shitty lucky I have & why my mom doesn't trust me THOUGH SHE SHOULD.
lmfao.