Monday, February 28, 2011

i hate your smile. i hate the stupid freckles that cover your nose. i hate your eyes. i hate how much we fought. i hate how you always changed your mind. i hate your old fashion style. i hate the name amity. i hate white houses with green lawns and picket fences. i hate the idea of going on a honeymoon to greece and vacationing under a mango tree in Jamaica. i hate mangos. i hate how 6 months later i still have nights where all i want to do is talk to you for one last time. i hate your voice. i hate your necklace. i hate the name amber rae. i hate that smile that would cross your face when you opened the door and saw me. i hate the butterflies i got. i hate how i loved you. i hate how i only loved you. I hate how you looked at me after we kissed. i hated when you whispered in my ear.  i hated when you would follow me when i walked out on you. i hated how you would carry me home even when i wanted to run away. i hated how you made me stop drinking coffee. i hated how you took my writing and read it. i hate how you would tickle me. i hate animated movies. i hate beagles and golden retrievers and boxers. i hated when you spun the teacups too fast. i hated how you always wanted to leave. i hated how you were never happy. i hate how i wasn't good enough for you. i hate that i miss you because you aren't worth missing.
say that im a bitch- at least i speak my mind. say that i'm selfish- you have never seen all the good that i have done. say that i'm fat- i way less than 110 pounds. say that i have no friends- really? i've got plenty. just look around. say that i am a slut- if you really want to believe that. at least i'm having fun and living my life. and you are standing in the corner wishing you could. tell me i'm fake- real hair real skin real boobs real smile. ya, i'm definitely fake. tell me no one likes me- that is why i can talk to a list of guys that want to be with me. tell me that i'm not pretty- you can check facebook. people definitely disagree. tell me that i lie- i have nothing to lie about. tell me that i'm lazy- because i will kill myself for something i love. keep talking because it just proves that you really know nothing about me.
i want bunny shaped pancakes with heart eyes and a little pink heart nose!!!! THOSE LOOK AMAZING
when i have a baby... its going to be an awesome baby. its going to be the super cute super cool rockstar child who wears raybans and mini flannel jackets and jeans and doors tshirts and little one pieces with guitars all over them. i wanna have a sexyy baby god damn it

well hello everyone. i just wanted to introduce my new boyfriend... his name is Michael. He is a 32 year old man who is 6'2 with blonde hair, green eyes, tan skin- but he is white- he loves surfing and long walks on the beach as well as going to country concerts with his sister Marie. He went to san diego state university and he wants to be a construction worker/ contractor because it's a real man's job. He has lived in California all his life and loves soccer, baseball, and playing guitar. I met him online at Isn't he amazing??? Until i found out he is really a 47 year old mexican with a half shaved head and a rat's tail, brown eyes, brown skin named Migel who enjoys wearing black eye liner, not shaving, smoking pot and getting drunk at the house at the end of the block whenever he feels like it. He doesn't know how to surf and he thinks walking is for weird people.... its because he is fat so he has no energy to walk... he doesn't know what country music is only death metal and he has a sister named merill. not marie. and she looks like snooki. she would be searched if she went to a country concert. He didn't go to college, he has to be in construction to pay the bills for his family who are illegal immigrants from mexico and he doesn't play sports or own a guitar. 

hahaha the things people say on the internet. 

it's amazing what they let kids read now days :p