I wanchu so baaad, it’s drivin me mad.
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Hi, I'm Lauren.
I love to write, and I love art in all forms.
I also love my dysfunctional family.
I have a huge crush on Jimmy Fallon.
That is all.
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I love to write, and I love art in all forms.
I also love my dysfunctional family.
I have a huge crush on Jimmy Fallon.
That is all.
\m/
Which gang should I join?
The bloods or the crips,
Why not combine the two?
Purple is hip!
And it offends you that I cussed… sorry. I don’t really know why I felt compelled to post this. Ok bye.
I went to DOLLS today.
We talked about how we shouldn’t be mad at God.
I even raised my hand and “shared a story” about how God affected me positively, and I really never truly was MAD at Him until recently, and then how going to church on Sunday and just being thankful for the things I still have after all this bs, made me change my mind and all. But… at the same time, later today- after school, which my school-day was arguably very tedious but alright- I hated my life and everything that’s happened in the past 6 years all over again. And honestly, I can’t just forget everything and start over. Not without any help from anyone else. I mean, when your bestfriends ditch you for drugs and sex, and they tease you for being so “prude” because you don’t just give up on life like that at this young, you kinda start to wonder.
And then when, you’ve been fighting your own head because that’s what’s been hurting you the most, you really wonder.
Then, when you keep changing your feelings day-by-day, and you know you’ll regret every single little action that you took, word that you said, and joke that you made, and all else that you performed, before the day is even over, you start wondering… a LOT.
But it’s not really the fact that I wonder.
It’s the fact that I’m sitting here typing all this, being all depressed-sounding, when really all I want is for my mother to act like she genuinely and completely loves me, forgives me, and forgets all the stuff I’ve screwed up. And for my sister to just stop trying to control me and to just… change herself instead of attempting to change ME. And for my father to be the way he was before I was any different.
But all these tightly held on to hopes, all these aspirations of mine, all these cares… Once I let go of them, which, I don’t know if I ever will, maybe. Maybe my life will get better.
But not now. I can’t.
So, yeah, I realize that I’m not like… a quarter of how popular and well-loved Jacqui is. But I mean, I’ve had this account for how long, and have received no messages? Like, really? All it does is make me want to delete my tumblr. What is the point of it anyway? Not that bashing tumblr on tumblr really makes a clear point, but what is the point of the internet- not the useful internet- but useless blogs, social media, and pointless videos of people creating nonsense? I don’t get it, and I don’t care. I just hate feeling all this negativity just because I didn’t sleep so well last night.
