
There's really no way you can define me, and the way i think, because half of the time I really don't know either. I stay inlove and single, and have been fucked up and fucked over.. this is me. this is my blog, i dare you to get me....

aye i wanna get a tattoo of this word.
i mean it looks ugly but imma design it to look cuter.
But bassically.
It’s my favorite word to say in Tigrinya
I love you.
Ask me to say it, it’s sexy.
Me: Who’s havin the party?
- Yoo bitch tha fat one
Me: Ohhh you mean your girlfriend LMAO
Yeah, i felt good after that one(=

“POSE LIKE YOU’RE FROM TWILIGHT!”
damn mark, sooo facking good.
HAHAH! TWILGHT!!! HAAAAAAAAA-LUH.
Hahahaha.
LMAO, so whyyy can i seee Mark Kyle and Edwin taking a pictuuuure like this????

Lol, for some reason this always reminds me of GGGB, my bf’s little sister and her girls. >_<. Good timeeees (; <3
hahaha i love youu jaaayne.
So i guess it’s back to reality
I guess I’ll always be talking about my life and how I need to do this and that. But really after the talk with my dad I’m applying first thing on my birthday for jobs.
I want to be a waitress…
But i guess that has to wait.
Right now they have availability for …
Best Buy
Old Navy
I feel like just taking this step. Being money motivated, and the fact that i’m working up for money so i can pay for my own drivers ed and fucking tampons and shampoo and shit sucks. I want to cry about it, and the fact that I’m turning 16 this week and i can’t be no regular happy care free teen.
I NEED to be those working teens that have to do shit. Worry about their future 24/7 cuz your family can’t pay for shit. Pay for everything that you need and not have fun.
fuck life.