This year was absolute crap. I hated 4.5 out of 7 of my classes (because I like math, but the teacher sucks ass, and like… a lot of it) and I just totally fucked up. I don’t even have a 4.0 anymore ): Actually, I never really did. I only had a 4.0 last year because AP classes get that extra 10 points. So in reality, my GPA is probably like a 3.5 or something. That number just depresses me so much…

But we’re out of school! And I don’t have to think about that for a while. And next year will be so much better; I already know it.

I’ll probably feel this self-shamed feeling next year, though, but I’m not proud of it. I’m just so lazy. I want everything perfect and if it’s not 100% perfect or worthy of being turned in with my name on it, then I just don’t turn it in at all.


School. Is. Out.

Summer List:

  • Softball
  • Tennis
  • Boyfriend (if he ever has time, what with baseball and football…)
  • Quality Dad time
  • Exercise. Yes.
  • I would like to go camping…

So, I think it’s going to be a nice summer. Honestly, I don’t want to go on vacation. I don’t like car rides and I don’t even really like the beach or the ocean. I want to go to the aquarium though 😀 Good thing my state has the best aquarium ever.

Happy Summer, Guys (:



The thing that made me love Babe from the start is that he doesn’t sit on his ass all day and play video games because he’s athletic. I mean, seriously. How hot is an athlete? Very. We all love them.

But the same thing that drew me too him is the same thing that’s pissing me off. It’s like he’s too athletic. He needs to chill the fuck out. He wants to play baseball and football. I thought that after he got done with baseball we would finally be able to spend time with each other for more than 5 minutes a day. Sometimes I get 2 hours though. Yay.

That sounds really clingy and needy, huh?

C’mon. You understand what it’s like to want to be with someone you love every hour of every day. And when you’re my age, it seems like more of a necessity because it’s a rarity.

Anyways, I was wrong. Now he wants to go do football, and as athletic as he is, they want him as quarterback. First-string, second, third, whatever. It’s still a quarterback. He initially wanted to be a… wide receiver? I think that’s what it was. Football lingo goes in one ear and out the other for me. So, when he wanted to do that, he didn’t think it was necessary to go to summer training. NOW, he has to if he wants to be quarterback which is like a dream for him.

On top of that, he has baseball in the summer, too. Weird…

So, we’re gonna get absolutely no time together in the next 2 years. -Sad face-

And now it’s time to be really selfish: He won’t get to be there for me. I am always there for him. (No matter how much tickets and stuff are. But let me say that now that he’s gonna be playing football, it’s gonna be way more expensive to support him) Always. But that’s because my schedule is flexible. The girls’ sports at my school aren’t as demanding as the guys’, so I get out of practice earlier and they’re pretty lenient. I’m not blaming him. I’m not telling him to quit. I’m not trying to make this his fault. I’m just saying that it really really sucks some ass. If I do softball, he won’t be there. If I do basketball, he won’t be there. If I do volleyball, he definitely won’t be there (only because our team suck and I wouldn’t really want him there anyways).

-Sigh-… Damn him and his athleticism.

Plus girls gonna be hitting on him and shit because he’s cute and football is the biggest sport at the school and blah blah. That won’t be good. I can see it.

Live Love.

Live Love.

Ayyee. If you’re in Georgia you should help volunteer with Project Live Love (: We help the homeless in more ways than one. This past Saturday I personally just helped by painting tables down at the Gateway Center in Atlanta, but there were more people doing things like serving food, giving hair cuts, doing nails, and giving basic health exams for the people that came out. It only takes about 4 hours out of your day. And you feel good (:

He said, “I think the last time I cried was when we got back together because I didn’t think it was going to work out. And it had to work out.” He’s the best. He’s the cutest (:

I was gonna keep the memories

but then I decided that I don’t need them. Plus the fact that I really don’t want to keep them. I mean, he means absolutely nothing to me now, and to keep stuff that relates to him is crazy. I used to think, “One day, my kids might want to know things and I can show them with my diaries and shit, or one day I’ll just want to revisit”, but now I think, “Nah. Fuck it. I have a mouth. I can just tell them. I don’t want to ever be reminded of the shit I put up with dating Ex Boyfriend”.

So all the posts, all the pictures, all the everything: Gone. Deleted. And I couldn’t care less. If I want to think about it one day, which is highly unlikely, I can just do that. Think about it.