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Sam- 
Our reenactment was THE shit. :)

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Sam-

Our reenactment was THE shit. :)


mliaverage:

Today, I began writing a paper that is due tomorrow morning. Instead of writing today’s date in the header, I wrote the date it was three days ago to make it seem like I didn’t start this last minute. MLIA.

ALL THE TIME.

So, my dad and I had a serious discussion the other night.

We were talking about why my sister and I don’t get along. I flat out told him that I didn’t get along with her because she reminds me too much of mom. I can’t be close to someone like that. If mom is the reason I am having so many issues at home, then why would I choose to be close to someone who reminds me of her and treats me like her? I think I upset him, but when I started being up front with him, I told myself I wouldn’t sugar coat things. And the last thing he said was that he really hopes we don’t end up like my mom and her brother. That’s really sad. To have no connection whatsoever, besides calling each other up when they’re drunk. It’s sad to hear, but that’s how that whole family is- messed up.

I don’t want things to be like that for us, but what can I do if I can’t even stand my own sister half the time?

Weekend:

Friday: Game, we lost, that sucked, not fun.

Saturday: Showered only 30 minutes before the house warming party at 5, such a lazy day for me. It felt good actually. Ripped the front bumper off mom’s car, she’s super happy with me right now. That was fun. The only good part about that night was the fact that Tyler and I hung out, had a good talk, and made fun of Scott.

Sunday: Kyle came over, that was a lot of fun actually, not that I doubted it would be, but I just thought it might be boring since we weren’t going to go do anything. We played Life with Carlie, and just hung out. Sakdjfowiejf9 I don’t know what to do about this whole situation. Anyways, then went to Grammy’s to do yard work. :) I’m a good granddaughter.

thenewromantic:
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sammpetrie:
STAY AWAY FROM MY BOYS. AND NO, YOU CANNOT BORROW ANY OF MY SHOES.
“Ummm do you have any shoes? I had to give my stilettos back..”

sammpetrie:

STAY AWAY FROM MY BOYS. AND NO, YOU CANNOT BORROW ANY OF MY SHOES.

“Ummm do you have any shoes? I had to give my stilettos back..”

Why is this such a touchy subject with you?

Why can’t I ask to go for a fucking 3 hour bike ride without being yelled at and told to “move the fuck out” if I like my dad so much. I don’t get it. It makes me so fucking mad, it’s such bullshit.

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"I wonder how many times we’ll say goodbye before we actually let go."
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