Gonna use a bathbomb, light some candles, read a book, drink a glass of wine and call it a night.
Idk, im like super bummed out about everything today. Maybe its the weather.
You weren’t supposed to sweep her off her feet, it was supposed to be me. I was the one who no matter what always wound up coming back to you, broken and sad, and you were the one person I could always count on to lift my spirits up. I realized it too late that you and I were perfect for eachother, and now I doubt I’ll ever be swept off my feet the way I am really supposed to be, by you and only you.
Oh and btw this post right here is my 10000th post. Thanks to all of my followers for dealing with me and putting up with my mood swings.
Lastnight was perfect. After the Veara/On my Honor show, we invited them back to Taylor’s and hung out. I made cookies, we had a bonfire, roasted marshmallows, and drank a little. Then, at 3am, we all decided it would be a good idea to get in the hot tub, mind you there were only 3 girls, and one of them was asleep. So it was me and Taylor, and then like, 13 guys from the tour. So many legs. Anyway, after we all just ate and passed out. This morning, Taylor’s mom had breakfast and they were on their way. I went back to sleep and didn’t wake up till 3pm.
We all talked, and made jokes. This weekend was one of the best in a looonggg time. The memories I have will always be with me.
This weekend was needed. I want to thank the guys (and Brittany) for hanging out and most importantly, I want to thank Taylor, if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have half of these memories to cherish.
It was perfect.
idk why, but there is something heartwarming about guys who get married/openly show their love to their significant others and children. All of our lives, we are conditioned to picture men as strong, emotionless, independent beings, who are chastised or socially deserted if they show/express their feelings. I don’t know why, but whenever I see a father and their children, or wives, or significant others, doing something sweet, it really warms my heart. And it also gives me hope.
It’s refreshing to see when a man expresses how he feels by just being himself and loving unconditionally as we are supposed to do naturally.
I think i deserve the most stupid person ever award for believing people can change and things change cause obviously the same person is gonna stay the same. Ha ha ha, fuck. Fuck ginger. He is too scared for anything. Hence why he runs away from his problems. I seriously cannot deal with the feelings anymore. And the only way things can get easier for me is to just leave him alone and act like i dont know him.
Jesus christ life sucks and so do people and feelings and most especially jersey kids. Fuck errythang.
I lied for them. Literally all of them. Just to help them out. And make them feel better about themselves..all of the weiners were not impressive. Nope.
And someone, a certain someone, needed to learn about shaving. Hence why i never did anything with him, because it was like fucking tarzan down there and i refused to do anything and a week later i dumped him anyway cause he was a horrible person.
The most recent ex was alright. Nothing special. Expect for his fetish, that shit was weird. how can one be THAT obsessed with bellybuttons.
Either way none of my previous boyfriends had anything decent.
And thats the end if my rant.
I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL BECAUSE LITERALLY EVERYONE BESIDES NAUME AND ERIN FUCKING SUCK 17 SCHOOL DAYS AND I AM D O N E AND I AM NEVER TALKING TO THESE PEOPLE AGAIN.
I came into the school alone and without friends and at this point I will GLADLY leave without friends. after experiencing the past four years with these people I can happily say I will never contact them again. have fun in pitt, have fun at the academy of arts, temple, la sale, or wherever you guys are fucking going, and remember to never talk to me again.
you constantly ridicule me for how I am, yes I am loud, and outgoing, and I can be hyper, but I think its better than being a conservative, shy, unfriendly person. you can ridicule me for the way I dress, and the music I listen to, but you have not defeated me.
I hope half of you see this. I hope you say something to me tomorrow so I can go off on how fucking lame half of you are. I hope you keep talking shit.
you call me dumb, you call me an idiot, you call me ugly, but I see other things about me that you CLEARLY don’t see, I am caring, honest, kind, real, and unlike the rest of you, I am different. there aren’t carbon copies of me running around the school.
this high school experience sucked, and I cant wait to get it over with, but in all honesty, I learned so much from all of you, and the number one thing is, this is happening for a reason, and I would rather it have been me you ridiculed than someone who wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure and either hurt themselves or others.
I am better than this, and I will succeed in life, just fucking watch me.
xoxo hate you all,
Angelina Maria Meo
You ask me to move my bookbag, yet i ask you countless time to stop talking about me…i obviously know the answer to the question i asked you, but the fun thing is when you dont know what im about to say.