I don't know why, but it feels nice making a blog entry. Like, a public diary. I swear I'm in my it girl era, call me cringe I don't care. We're all the main characters in our own movie, I'm gonna make the best of mine. And by "the best" I mean staying in my room, smoking my mother's cigarettes and listening to Hole while I blog. I'm a teenage girl, after all. No Snapchat notifications, no new fo... » Continue Reading
Now, this is going to be embarrassing. Still, I am just a girl with fantasies to share. Why not do that? (Rupi Kaur is influencing me istg) Even a seventeen year old girl has trouble with her love life. You call it hell, I call it a boy. The boy that fucked my life up. People throw around the word "love" more than they should. Still, when I said I loved him I really thought I meant it. I told th... » Continue Reading
My life planned out is one out of a movie. A movie with a happy ending, I hope. I know y'all don't care, but a girl can share her fantasies if she pleases. If I get into my dream university, McGill, I want to be a gynaecologist. Not for perverted reasons, I'm not gross. There's simply too many men in that medical field. Not that it's a bad thing, anyone who wants to be a doctor is respectable in m... » Continue Reading