i'm so tired.
all the time, of everything.

i'm exhausted.

(freddyisgoneromanishere)

i'm either moving to grand rapids
or roman is moving to an apartment
in royal oak, which we will share.

either option is fine with me,
i just need to get out of this house.

i'm buying a nikon d40 soon, too.
i want my red hair back.
i want my brown hair back.

winter is coming & i can feel it in the month of september.
seasonal depression kicks my ass so hard, i'm dreading it.

today is/was our six month anniversary.
he broke up with me today.
happy six months, baby.

let me sleep forever?

August first,
I am eighteen years old.

It means something that instead of typing "eighteen" just now,
my first instinct was to type "righteen." Interesting.

I'm getting my baby out of his house.
He cannot fucking live there anymore.

SHAWTAAAAY!

Bitches ain't shit cuz they jealous that my swag is fresher than most,
so sluts, eat my dope & suck it!

BOOM BOOM.