December 2009
“There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite.”
What was your favorite memory with me from this... →
I’m fixing to leave for the whole dead-grandpa’s birthday thing, and I want to come back to something to smile at. Please?
Things that happened in my life during 2009:
I….
Started out best friends with Sarah Wilson and Erica.
Was harassed at school and online by Haley Wilson.
Stayed home from school to avoid Haley Wilson, and got caught at it.
Started dating Corey.
Got a Tumblr.
Was on the school softball team. Wow.
Went to Chattanooga.
Took Oceanography as an online course.
My grandfather died.
Spent a lot of time with Emily. We tend to do...
And I just go Rick Roll'd. Twice. By the exact...
I need to go eat some breakfast and get away the internet for a few minutes.
My plans for the day;
Attempt to finish some more of that essay.
Pawpa’s birthday party at Cheddar’s. And yes, that would be my grandpa that passed away last May. Gram insists on doing something anyways. Why in public? I have no clue. But Gram is going to start crying, then my mom and aunts, and then my cousins and I going to start crying. So we’ll just be this big group of lke thirteen people just...
Your happiness is my loneliness.
And your favorite memories are the things I just want to forget.
I sort of make it all up as I go along, to be...
It's been a couple of days. →
Tell me what’s on your mind. Or anything else, really.
What. The. Fuck.
Was there anything you didn’t lie about? Was our whole damn relationship just based on lies? Is it just the thrill you do it for? Do you like the made-up you more than the real one? Do you just like not having moral values? What is it? What is it?
The more I know you, the more I wish I never did at all.
You've yet to keep your promise.
If you say something to me, I hope you mean it. ‘Cause I’m holding you to it.
New Year's Resolutions.
Quit saying I’m going to do something, and then not do it.
Try to stop lying altogether.
Actually practice band stuff more often.
Write something important. Something that’s worth reading.
Start saying more of how I feel, in lieu of keeping things inside.
Stop waiting on things to happen, and start making them happen.
Stop procrastinating school work.
Write everything down....
Tomorrow will be better.
If I can hear your music word for word through two...
(via ericaeatssocks)
Only one door is closed.
I’m always in the way.
“And you keep whispering the same story to yourself “I’ll be unhappy now because...”
– I Wrote This For You.
This essay is frustrating me.
I know what I want to say, but I don’t know to say it. Story of my life.
Today, I need to
a) Convince myself to go make Erica some toast.
b) Write my essay.
c) Put contacts into new phone. :|
d) I’m sure something else that doesn’t come to mind. And I can tell you right now I’m not going to get pass b.
What if we aren't who we think we are...?
whattheduck:
What if there is a whole other me inside me somewhere? One who is more self confident and believes she is beautiful? What would happen? Would the new me emerge from the dark depths of inside me? Would I stay in there forever, continuing to hide itself from the world around me? Would I ever come out? Ever? Even just when I needed that part of me for the moment, the week, the...
D:
Erica called me fat. This must be fixed.
Ouch.
Me: -texts long important thing to Dad in which I make apparent it's me-
Dad: Who is this?
There's a solution to all of this, you know.
Don’t be a moron.
Erica cried at the movie.
Lol, LOSER.
…In all seriousness, the movie was really good.
I hate trying to find something to wear.
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/self hate.
“This makes you look emo.. Well, not really. Only half emo. Kind of like,...”
– Erica. It was a lot more funny if you were there.
My today.
Wake up.
Shower.
Write.
Write.
Write.
Shut up, Christian.
Still writing.
Erica wakes up.
Get out of my room, Christian.
Breakfast.
See Christian’s motorcycle.
Write.
Write.
Write.
GO AWAY CHRISTIAN JESUS CHRIST.
Write.
STILL writing.
So close (to being done writing).
Write.
Finish writing thing.
Happy.
Snack break.
Leave us alone, Christian.
Quit being stupid,...
I need some elbow room if I'm going to create a...
Erica: I miss you like a retard misses the point, Hannah.
Me: Wait, what?
I'm up.
Erica is asleep, so I’m using her charger to charge my laptop. I sent my essay and some other important things I might want over the next few days to myself.
My mom’s downstairs on the phone gossiping. All I hear is, “Are you sure? Really. Well, that’s interesting…. Now really? Where did you hear that? Oh, oh my… Yeah, but how? Oh… I never check Facebook...
Erica is a bed hog.
Just sayin’.
Whoever invented curves was a jerk.
:|
It sells to be a slut.
(via ericaeatssocks)
My grandparents spelled my name wrong on my...
Son, I am disappoint. :|
“The worst thing that could happen in your life is that you could relate to a...”
– Hannah. (via ericaeatssocks)(via wingardiumleviohsa)
:D I said this.
Everydayofmylife.
Erica: Ring ring.
Hannah: H-hello?
Erica: Ring ring.
Hannah: Hello?
Erica: RING RING.
Hannah: HELLO?
Erica: HARRY?!
Hannah: SIR?!
Erica: I not has a PMS!
Hannah: K!
Erica: I know your secret.
Hannah: Oh no! Did you read my Blogsecret secret?
Erica: Everyone read your Blogsecret secret.
Hannah: Even Mr. Wop?
Erica: ESPECIALLY Mr. Wop!
Is it sad I think we do this pretty much every time we see each other?
1 tag
Well, all I really want to do is love you. A kind...
But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through.
“If I turn this off will it still be on?”
– Erica. This pizza is never going to get cooked.
Hannah: Yay, this only has ten calories.
Erica: Quit obsessing over stupid things. It makes you seem like a Republican.
I'm in my room, sitting here...
Having a wall conversation with Hannah Benj on Facebook (Win-win situation. We annoy other people and also have absolutely no privacy at all!)
Waiting on Erica to arrive, hoping Mom isn’t going to punch me this time. I actually asked, sort of.
Procrastinating finishing cleaning my room. So… close…
Listening to Christian talk about what a great swinger he is and how...
I just drove all by myself.
a-august:
:)
Why “:)”? That sounds more lonely than anything else.
Edwidge escaped.
a-august:
And was running around my room.
He’s brilliant.
For some reason, I’ve always pictured Edwidge as an owl from Harry Potter.
Now you’ve called him “brilliant” and there’s no going back. He’ll always be a british wizard owl in my head now.
What I have to do today, according to Erica:
Write that thing.
Stop being a slut.
Not harm myself.
Clean my room.
I hope I’m allowed to do this in a different order, otherwise I’m in trouble.
Gates and I were talking the other day,
ericaeatssocks:
OR
sexisinevitable.
That is so true
If I’m going to just start stating facts through my URL, perhaps I should put, “theicebergsdon’texist”.
Gates and I were talking the other day,
ericaeatssocks:
happinessisinevitable:
and now I’m seriously considering changing my name on here to “walmartisinevitable”. It’s a lot more true.
What do you guys think?
Why not chinesepeopleareinevitable?
Psh. It’s more like mexicansareinevitable.
Gates and I were talking the other day,
and now I’m seriously considering changing my name on here to “walmartisinevitable”. It’s a lot more true.
What do you guys think?
No Hannah.
ericaeatssocks:
I’m watching Harry Potter and contemplating ways of making fun of Moose Boy and his new job.
I love how you called me anyways…
Sorry Erica...
I fell asleep again and just now woke up. Mom’s on the computer, though. Call me? (house phone).
fshduweijwasdd.
Guess what I just realized.
Guess whose essay is on her computer.
Guess whose computer is dead.
Guess whose computer won’t charge.
Guess whose essay is due Monday.