LaLaLa.

I got a ticket for going 17 over a couple months ago. I did not tell my mom because I was handling it and I didnt want her to bitch at me. But of course, she finds out and bitches at me some more because apparently my license is being suspended for not applying for the traffic school. Soo. Apparently my little mistake made the insurance raise up $400. Which is ‘making my mom get a job’. I dont exactly get that part. Yeah, she needs a job but how the fuck is that my fault? She has been living off ‘rent’ from her boyfriend and the income she gets for my dad dying. Is that MY fault for her buying a fancy house after he did? Boat? Fourwheelers? Car? Everything else? She decided to quit her job without getting another one so she could live off that money and be a full time student. Not my damn fault she hasnt been saving her money. I have my own job. I try to pay for my car insurance and phone bill. Is it my fault she hasnt been taking money out? No. I think it is all bullshit. Yes, I got a ticket. Yes, I need to do something about it before my license gets suspended. But her making me feel like shit because of everything else is ridiculous. Now my boyfriend is being an asshole because I misunderstood something he said because I was crying on the phone. I really just want to sleep forever. Maybe they would be happy. Because I just ruin everyone’s damn life. Im getting sick of everyone. My mom. My boyfriend. The fact that he isnt over his ex when Im trying so fucking hard to make him fall for me. Its getting to the point where Im just there to distract him from reality. Reality that he cant seem to go a minute without thinking about. Reality that he needs to fucking realize that it is in the past and there is literally nothing he can do about it. But instead of acknowledging that, he wants to sit there and pity himself. He really needs to see what he has standing in front of him. Yeah, I know, Im not that great but fuck. At least I am here trying my best to keep him happy.

Uiahflkahglkaehgluiaheglqher Fuck. 

At least I know I cant fucking open up to you. Thanks wonderful boyfriend.

Looks like I can’t open up to you at all. And you wont open up to me because you thinking Im lying about everything. Wonderful.

I really want to post all over facebook saying that I got my hips pierced with dermals but I cant. My mom will find out and get mad and hate my boyfriend. I feel like a middle schooler saying that… lol Even though Im almost 20. She will still kill me.

Since I cant complain about the dermals on Facebook, I will here.
1. They did them crooked. >:| One side is slightly too far down and over. It took like 30 minutes for them to mark the right spot to get them straight. Yet, they are crooked.
2. The one that they didnt mess with to get them straight, is messed up because the stupid piercer decided to put the dermal in too deep. So noooow the dermal studd is trying to go into my skin and squeezing the skin underneath it. I actually did tell the guy that I thought it was too deep after he did it but he said it was just the skin swelling. No. Stfu. Apparently you dont know anything.

Soon, maybe Wednesday, Im going to march into Mr. Williams and complain to them and make them redo for free.