I really don’t understand why I tell people my feelings on anything. They never keep their mouth shut. Ever. No matter what it is. If your circle of friends is as close as mine is, there are basically no secrets. Ever. Because one person always ends up slipping up or commenting on the hidden agenda accidentally. I’m honestly not mad at anyone. I’m just disappointed in myself. I had my thoughts laid out. I knew my problem. And I knew my solution. But I had to complicate things by asking advice on my problem and said solution. I’ve just learned that keeping my thought process bottled inside it the not way to make sure no one ruins anything or makes situations awkward. Because awkward is the absolute last thing I wanted.

No more speaking to anyone Sara. It always ends up fucking you in the end. You’ve done so well by only going to yourself for your advice. Keep it that way.

I haven’t had sex since I don’t even know. And I think it’s finally starting to get to me. My posts are getting too dirty for my liking. And the best part? I’m getting a gram of 93% pure MDMA this Saturday… LAAAAWWWLLLLL! Who’s gunna be the lucky person??

i’m so happy that bianca and i are friends haha she always knows how to make me feel better about stupid bullshit that’s going through my mind. i can’t wait to see her in florida <3

I don’t care who it is. Preferably someone comfortable. Needs to come over and cuddle with me all night. Moving from a bed of four people snuggled up to a bed all alone is not a good feeling. Till then, my pillows will keep me comfy.

It was super crazy! But I had a great time with my friends at the club! Couldn’t have asked for a better night <3 being drunk and dancing all night long is my favorite thing ever :D

If I don’t make out with a stranger tomorrow at the club, I’m literally going to have to base the future of my love-life over these two passed hook-ups. Ugh.

Tonight one of my closest and oldest friends, Spencer, did a reading on me. It was the first time I have ever had my cards read so I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting. I mean, I’ve always believed in the supernatural before and I never took shit like that lightly. As far as cards though? I was a little iffy on how they worked. I knew the basics but not how intensely accurate they would be. I, like anyone other stereotypical girl would have, had asked about what my love life looked like in the near future. I got a card for my past, my present, and one for my future. My past was nailed like a fucking bullseye. It was so crazy how it pinpointed it. From there on I knew it was not going to be a joke. Tarot cards are serious business. If you’re in any sort of way skeptical about them, make sure you go to the right person. Someone who is a practicing Wiccan. That’s when you know it’ll be accurate. All I can say is, don’t ask something you wouldn’t want to know. The things you may find out will hit home. And it’ll be a fucking home run. My future holds a lot of promise. I’m a fighter. I can’t wait to fight for the person I love. It’ll make winning them over that much more meaningful.