can you stop talking about me and kelli? we’re friends. we talked about it. everything was a misunderstanding, and its over. done with. nonexistant. can you move on? we already have. kthanks.

^^^^

Ask me anything

Do you like… 1) A lot of questions from the same person back to back? 2) Lots of questions from different people? 3) Or a few questions from a lot of people?

i just like a LOT of questions no matter who they’re from :)

Ask me anything

i know you don’t follow me,

but happy birthday jarrod.

note to self:

never give your number to a hot guy on chatroulette.

holy f.

after reading tobi’s post, i felt like i should do one too.

it’s pretty crazy it’s been a year eh? more than a year at that. 

i remember watching some chris drew video and finding jarrod’s cover on the side. so like tobi and many others, i added him on myspace and followed into his stickam chat when he posted it in a bulletin. i went in and met charlie and “britta.” haaha. that very first night i gave tay my number. i remember jarrod kept yelling at britta over the phone. and charlie and i became good friends and stayed that way for a while, until tay and i started talking more. then me and charlie drifted. |:

but after a while, jarrod, piff, charlie, britta, christina,  mike, mommy dragon, christa, tia, katie and i called ourselves a family. we all had those special things we were known as. 

i remember the first time we played truth or dare and i was (of course), dared to lick the lamp. and the time we had a private stickam chat and jarrod was telling his rebel stories. i remember the day jarrod turned 18, i remember my birthday. i remember everything and how my summer last year consisted nothing but you guys which i didn’t mind. 

we’ve all met new friends, and i don’t talk to hardly anyone anymore which i can blame myself for that. i’ve tried apologizing, but some things you just can’t fix. i’m not going to lie and say i don’t wish i had every one of you back in my life, because i do. but i guess some things just weren’t meant to happen.

i still love you guys and think about you all the time. i hope one day we can have a little reunion thing. :)

so yesterday was the 4 year anniversary of my dad’s death.

i miss my dad. the person i knew my entire life and the person that was always there for me. i’m tired of grieving over this because everyone keeps telling me it’s time to move on when really i don’t need to move on. what is there to move on from? nothing. absolutely nothing.

i honestly would do anything to be with my dad again. but it’s impossible. i hate thinking that i know i’ll never be able to hug him again and tell him i love him straight to his face. i know i can’t ever be “daddy’s little girl” because i don’t have one. and i never will have one again in my entire life. i hate knowing that he promised me he’d be there to walk me down the isle and he can’t. he can’t because he’s not here. 

i hate everything about this. i don’t know if i can do this much longer.