Anonymous said:
why're you in redding?:[

Staying here for little cousin’s promotion. 

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Anonymous said:
where's your family going?

They’re going home, and I’m staying in Redding 4 hours away. 

May 28, 2012 / reblog 0 notes

I hate saying goodbye to my family. It hurts. My baby brother was like, “No, sister, come!” Omg, it breaks my heart. It sucks holding in my tears until after they leave. My mom gave me a hug and told me to behave, she never hugs me. They left for 10 minutes, and I’m here bawling, lol. 

May 28, 2012 / reblog 0 notes

I think I fell for you.

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macdaddyalyssa:

OHFOAHIFSAHOAS

HAHAHAHAHA! 

macdaddyalyssa:

OHFOAHIFSAHOAS

HAHAHAHAHA! 

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I love taking long walks in hilly billy town with @lillianguyen & @lynn_nguyen137 (Taken with instagram)

I love taking long walks in hilly billy town with @lillianguyen & @lynn_nguyen137 (Taken with instagram)

May 27, 2012 / reblog 0 notes

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Best friend’s the best though, we got eyebrows did, she paid for them since I’ve been stressed and depressed as fuck, thank you so much. <3 

May 26, 2012 / reblog 0 notes
mooshellx:

this shit

mooshellx:

this shit

May 26, 2012 / reblog 2,878 notes

Pretty fucken irritated. 

May 26, 2012 / reblog 1 note

Feeling much better. 

May 25, 2012 / reblog 0 notes

No intentions to talking to any of you guys. 

May 25, 2012 / reblog 0 notes

I hate it when you talk to someone every day, and out of no where you guys stop talking. 

May 23, 2012 / reblog 0 notes

I hate how stubborn I am. I hella miss being cool with you. I miss telling you everything, and you telling me everything. I remember when I didn’t know what to do, I’d come to you. But now, I’m not really on your good side. I want to IM or text you to tell you I how feel and stuff, but I don’t want to, just cuhs I feel like it’d be embarrassing if you don’t want to be cool and shit. I don’t know, I hate how stubborn I am. Usually, I’d be like fuck it and shit, but I don’t want to. I remember when I was at my worst, and you were too, we would talk for hours and hours to comfort each other and stuff, but shit changed. I remember once, you’re like, I see you as a sister, it made me hella happy and shit, but that’s not how it is anymore. I miss kicking it with you in the morning and just venting and stuff. I guess it is what it is right? 

May 23, 2012 / reblog 0 notes

This shit fucken kills me inside. 

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