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HAKUNA MATATA!
HAKUNA MATATA!
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'jubileee
JMR;november.twentyfirst.ohhnine
I have grills | june3;fourteen
STA: fresh(wo)man my muggle school.
GOD is the bun | Fam is the burger | loves are the ketchup and mustard <3
i'm FRESHnot
You can find me, find me on TWITTER,
Find me on FACEBOOK there should be a picture,
Yeah I got a FORMSPRING, wanna check it out,
Also got a TUMBLR when I wanna blog it out.
BLOG IT OUT.
♥
'jubileee
JMR;november.twentyfirst.ohhnine
I have grills | june3;fourteen
STA: fresh(wo)man my muggle school.
GOD is the bun | Fam is the burger | loves are the ketchup and mustard <3
i'm FRESH
You can find me, find me on TWITTER,
Find me on FACEBOOK there should be a picture,
Yeah I got a FORMSPRING, wanna check it out,
Also got a TUMBLR when I wanna blog it out.
BLOG IT OUT.
♥
i don't know why the fuck i'm crying right now.
and if i say why, you'd probably say it's a stupid reason and i'm crying for nothing.
but for those who really understand me and my problems in life, you'll know that it's the same shit all the fucking time. excuse me for my vile language but this just comes out like word vomit when i'm mad/sad/pissed/depressed and so on.
So for those who's reading this, is five minutes long? is 300seconds really THAT long? cause i think that's nothing compared to six years of being shut out of my familys life. SIX YEARS. you know, it wasn't always like this. ughh ever since we fucking moved, my life has been downhill. Me and my sisters used to be really close. we'd have slumber parties in each others room, did each others hair, we actually talked to one another. now... we've gone seperate ways. We don't talk to each other, we sleep in seperate rooms, or atleast i'm not included in any of that stuff. It literary breaks my heart that i'm always excluded in everything. All the inside jokes some of my sisters have, the secrets. I was even kicked out "my" room.
At camp, i said "i'd do anything to get my old family back" I still stand to that statement. it'd be nice to have dinner as a whole family. not me eating alone at 7:30 feeling like an idiot, because they had already eaten... without me. It'd be nice to hear "you can get through this, i'll be here" from my family. i feel fucking invisble in my house, they just pass me by, not a word, not a glance... just a brush off. If my life keeps going on this way, i don't know where i'll be in another six years.
