with hope, comes faith.

I’ve always wondered why I’m so quick to give people second chances, usually even more but I am never ever given a second chance. Not even a second thought.

I hate that you promised that you’d try for me but you never did.

I think a guy in sweats/basketball shorts and a t-shirt/sweater is waaaaaaaay sexier than a guy who dresses up all the time and accessorizes more than me.

Yup. I don’t think I could be with a guy who accessorizes more than me and takes more time than me to get ready. Nope, can’t do it.

The way your eyes close slowly and open slowly when you’re thinking about someone that you have really like.

Should I get my belly button pierced?

lol

We went to the tattoo shop earlier but it was closed. Maybe that was a sign from God.

I dunno

Fuck. I hate it when people follow me on Tumblr, Twitter, AND have me as a friend on Facebook. Like where the hell am I supposed to talk shit about them?

I don’t get it. People who are born and raised in the United States don’t know how to speak, type, or write in English properly. Their sentences are so fucking grammatically incorrect, oh my god. Sentences that they use every single fucking day. I don’t know why it bothers me so much but it does. You’re given free GENERAL education and you don’t even bother to pay attention in class? Does it really sound right to you when you say the things you do? Think about it. I’m honestly so fucking flabbergasted that these people can’t take the time to learn these things that would help them sound at least a little bit more educated.

I’m not saying I’m perfect when I speak or write things but at least I know the basics and people can understand me when I try to talk to them.