there are three things that suck about this scenario right now:

1 i’m typing on my lap since there’s no table

2 this isn’t my computer

but worse

3 this the last time i’ll be able to blog in this tiny room right beofre the stairs and still say that i’m home 🙁

yes, lovers. yes, today is moving day and i’m not hyped. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i know we havta move cuz sacrifice for the family and all but i wish we could’ve moved somewhere more civilized. or somewhere where i could actually go out without being followed around by my helper from the fear of me actually buying drugs or whatevr ka buang buang they think i’ll do. i live a crazy life. lmao

anyways, i’m only hyped about moving cuz i’ll be neighbors with people my age for once. lol. angie. haha. and plus, i heard our principal lives in sun valley so, my plan is to seduce him in the middle of the night and convince him to either burn the school down or let me get out of highschool a yer early. lmao. i hate mmch. 😐

we went to the house yesterday. i fell asleep. lmao. i was kinda disappointed cuz i didn’t hear from him. but i guess that’s how guys are. they like this game of “i like you i like you not’s” which is exactly why i pretend not to fall or jump or stumble; whatver you people call it. i’m an alien to this. i like it that way, thankyouverymuch. sorry to anyone who reads this and thinks i’m not being real or whatever but i can’t take the drama. lmao

school’s been hell for me, as usual. we didn’t have academics the whole week so we got away with murder or just bringing phones, ipods and going to school i n pants. lmao. that’s like the only thing i like about that place. getting away with murder. lmao. we only had practices for stupid family day feild demonstration and lingo ng wika practices. and i’m proud to say that we screwed our lingo ng wika dance but it was still cute. lmao.

i’ve lost my voice and my soul from choir practices. i love choir mainly for the reason that i can talk and not talk to anyone. why? because i hate school. i hate the fact that there’s no one to talk to and i don’t have a life there. 🙁 god, i am a loser. lmao. but no, seriously, i need to graduate a year early or swutch schools. my happiness depends on it. lmao.

chabel has to go to family day. if she doesn’t, iknow for sure that i will hate that day and everything else about it. why? because mmch does not compliment my lifestyle in any way whatsoever. i have a life outside those 4 walls the reek “hell” and i do not choose to live this way very long. i’m wildin out after graduation, i swear on my dead fishes grave. lmao.

anyways, i have fucking practice today. i havta be at family park by 8 and it’s 6:35. nah, i’ll take my time. lmao. papa promised he’d get me new pants for family day because i refuse to wear the same pants i wore last year. haha. yes, i still remember what i wore last year. i remember a lot of things. and that should scare you. haha. i’m jp.

*why shouldn’t we be with the one’s we really love? now tell me who have you been dreaming of? 🙂 let see what love can dooo. <3″ – paris fucking hilton. lmao

haha. i’m just wasting time, really. i like sitting in this chair while the sun’s rising and i’m not even tryng to care. this is my life. i don’t wanna let it go 🙁

sun valley is messy and dusty and when it rains, the fucking frogs sing til kingdumb comes. lmao. and i ca’t make love outside cuz everyone there talks. lmao. jp. like i would ever ever ever do that. lmao. but yeah, you get my point. 😐

but i won’t tell the rents that i’m unhappy with their decision cuz i know that this is for everyone. lmao. maybe things’ll be better there. i unno. lmao.

|+| tell me that i’m worth it |+| i love you too. </3 yes,i know it’s a broken heart, dimwitt. lmao

issa prezz

today is the mark of what will turn into a terrible mess like all the one’s before. why? because this is my life. and i am permanently banded by the neverworlds from complete happiness. and hearts will be broken and i will resent myself forever. just like i already am.

but yeah. ok. we’ll see.

yes, i am sad today.

i’m quoting kathya, “let’s all get FUCKED UP and DIE!!”

and this is the trouble with drinking.

but whatver. we’ll get tere when we get there. and i’ll be telling myself, “why don’t yoiu ever learn?” i’m hurt already. this is murder <3

so, yes,i’m home and blogging. lmao.

i need to find an alibi to go out tom. fuck.

the best thing about birfdays are the birfday suprises. they’re wicked awesome because 1. they’re fun to plan and 2. cuz i just like making people special on their birfdays. lmao.

HAPPY BIRFDAY, CHAB. I LOVE YOU, BITCH

once upon a time, a little fabulous someone wrote,

owell, ujbye migupel’s getting annuoying

if i had a dime for everytime i told myself that i’d be alright, i could afford to pay a shirnk for this kind of shit. lmao.

ok, that was stupid. but i am.

anyways, i was gonna blog but i don’t like the size of my font so maybe laterzzz..

it’s just that i’m soo bored. there’s really nothing to do. it’s miserbale. pitiful. tragedic. lmao. i need some sort of alternative aside from eating. HAHA. i swear, it’s soo sad. lmao. recess, lunch and dismissal and sometimes after that. and i still eat dinner .

our friendship’s a waste. but i’d rather see you go drown the drain than see your name up in lights knowing we can never be friends again. </3

if you want to witness being personally attacked on my own blogsite, read the chatterbox. it’s freaking awesome. this dude actually thinks i care about the fact that he thinks that i’m a boyfriend stealer. lmao. like i care. like i ever did. lmao. i know the truth and things’re fine with me and whoever’s involved. those other people, are trying to steal back the spotlight. lmao. sorry, it’s all mine.

soo tired.