My problem is that I can’t stay mad. I always end of forgiving people even if they don’t deserve it.

Pinkberry. I like that shit.

Sometimes, I just wanna pick up my phone, dial his number, and ask him what made him change his mind…but then I think to myself, it’s not even worth it anymore.

You know what’s difficult? Trying to determine whether what you’re feeling is anger or pain. When the person you told everything to just stabs you in the back and there’s no going back. All you can do is hate and hate and hate. Are you truly mad or are you just hurt?

You’ll have more hatred with humanity when you start working. Trust me.

I’m not a little girl anymore. For the “friends” that’s ever betrayed me, intentionally hurt me, or backstabbed me. I’m not going to dwell on trying to make your life miserable and tell you I’m going to get you back. No, better yet, I’m going on living my life happily and warn you that karma is a mother fucker and you’ll get yours.

Hey. I’d love to chat but I fucking hate you so I gotta go.

I wanna go to my own funeral and see who would actually come.

We live in a world where: teens are quick to give up their virginity, love is mistaken for a week long of sweet talks and affection, lack of manners, morals, and common sense, loss of fear and respect towards parents/guardians, and ultimately, increased rates of teen depression and suicide.

I judge people based on their nail polish.