it’s weird when i ask people what they’re majoring in or what they want to be when they grow up because i’ve been set on being a (clinical or child) psychologist since middle school. i’m so in love with the career choice that i can’t wait to start my life as a certified psychologist. it feels so right. its not even going to be work because its something i’ll love to do..
i’m ready for the ‘big wait’ to be over. lets gooo college
i’ve never been more pissed in all my 17 years of life. i typing so fast that i’m like burning holes through the keys. i’m ready to finish this shit off, but my phone of course is dead. and anyone who has a blackberry knows that won’t the radio use is shot, you have to wait a while for it to gain enough charge for it to turn back on. shit.
i ate like a fucking heifer tonight and now i have to deal with this shit. basically i might decimate the entire population of fort mill and one bitch in new york.
you said i’m your only friend in fort mill? it’s the truth. but why did you just screw over the one person who was there for you? the one person who stood up for you. RIIIGGGHHTTTTTT. i see you though.
i tried to help you guys out. i tried my best to do the right thing. now this shit wants to turn on me? and people wonder why i’m so evil and don’t like being nice. it is what it is.
hahahahahahah goddddddddddddddddddddddddd i’m dying for my phone to charge.