I'm happy as shit.

Well, that just fucking sucks doesn’t it?

I’ll miss you. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough or some shit..I tried, I really did.

I’m not going to be sad over this, I’m just pretty angry about it. Also, I’m fed up..So it doesn’t hurt as bad as the first time you said that you were done. I would still be calling you nonstop, crying my eyes out if it was. I’m glad I got that stage over with. I guess I sorta got stronger? You know all the nights of crying over you finally paid off. So, live up your life, “stress-free” as you say.

Time to party party. I’m not looking for a relationship though fuck all that shit.

Please start looking up.

You claim you’re going to do better. I haven’t seen shit yet.

Oh my GOD. It’s like everyday you push me farther away. You came over yesterday, weren’t nice to me, still fucked me, and now today you’re back to ignoring me and pretending you’re busy? HA-HA.

Your phone accidently called me on your lunch break, sounded like you were having a blast talking about South Park to your buddies. But, you can’t bother to text me back because you don’t get “service” in the break room, right? I have texted you a billion times since then, telling you that you aren’t the same. You haven’t even given me a simple “I love you” since we’ve been back together. I’ve had to push all of them out of you. You know what? Fuck you. I’m not happy with you. I’m just listening to all of the songs that remind me how much of a piece of shit you really are. When you get off work, you better hope to God you don’t try calling me to explain yourself. I’m not fucking listening. We need to go on a break, so you can decide who’s more important to you. I can’t do this anymore. Everytime I take you back, and for what??? Just for you to fuck with my head again. You’re getting pretty good at playing these games. I’ll give you that.

From the famous Reba McEntire:

Every time I turn the conversation to something deeper than the weather I can feel you all but shuttin’ down.
And when I need an explanation for the silence, you just tell me you don’t wanna talk about it now.

What you’re not saying is coming in loud and clear we’re at a crossroads here…

If I’m not the one thing you can’t stand to lose,
If I’m not that arrow to the heart of you,
If you don’t get drunk on my kiss,
If you think you can do better than this then I guess we’re done
Let’s not drag this on..
Consider me gone.

With you I’ve always been wide open like a window or an ocean. There is nothing I’ve ever tried to hide.
So when you leave me not knowin’ where you’re goin’ I start thinkin’ that we’re lookin’, we’re lookin’ at goodbye.

How about a strong shot of honesty don’t you owe that to me?…

But, now I’m trying my best not to.

The fuckhead picked piece of shit people over me again. Soooo I DROPPED his ass. And I’ve never felt this happy about a break up. He thought he had me in the palm of my hands and I’d come running back. NEWSFLASH BITCH YOU DON’T OWN ME. I left a little message in lipstick on his truck. I wanted to put FUCK YOU but, I figure that could probably get me in trouble…So, the next post will be a shitty photo of JUST that message.

:DDDD

FUCK YOU. I AM A RED HEADED EVIL BITCH OF AN EX GIRLFRIEND AND IF YOU TRY TO RETALIATE I WILL FUCKING END YOU.

I am destined to be the Fultonator’s wife.

Haven’t really had much time for this shit. I study study, and play cheesy time management games and hang out with my sexy boyfriend.

Life is fun again. Unpredictable. Cody and I have been doing a lot of random shit for excitement. He’s happy with me. He’s even talking about getting an apartment again. He said he even hopes that I accidently get knocked up so we can have a baby. We both really, really want a little ginger or crazy ass, but we both know that we have to get our shit together first. I’d preferably want to be married. But, hey whatever happens happens so I’m open to any mistakes, cough God..

I don’t know why I’ve always had this strongest urge to be a mother. But, it’s like seriously the ONLY thing I really want out of this shit life. For someone to depend on me, for me to give everything I’ve got left to an individual. To hold the love of my life. My daughter or son, my everything. I am not going to abandon my kid like my mother did me, I’m not going to toss it to the side. I’ll be at every recital, every school party. I won’t miss a date. A baby would not in the least bit fuck up my life. I hate it when teenagers refer their children to ACTUAL accidents, mistakes. Every baby born is a blessing. It just amazes me how people just don’t WANT their kids..I mean really. I don’t have any big dreams that my kid would get in the way of, because he/she IS my dream. I could juggle college and a baby, my cousin did it at the age of 16, and trust me she’s waaaay more fucked up than most could imagine. I have financial support. I have two families willing to be fulltime babysitters. SO, I’M JUST SAYING.

I probably won’t even be ABLE to conceive knowing my bad luck. *knock on wood.

But, those are things that WILL happen within the next four years of my life, no doubt. I’m not being an old ass mom. My mom is 39 and I love her for it. I would hate it if she was 50 something. or even in her late 40s.

Sorry about the rant on how much I wanna get knocked up. ROFL.

Just thought I’d express my ultimate life goal. (: