being told by your brother that you fucked up



means that you really fucked up.



and this isn't about college.



I'm gonna write my new years resolutions soon. and i know what they're gonna be.


a new year means new beginnings, less mistakes, a better attitude, and a more trustworthy me.

You know, you're cute.
The reasons you've made me happy in the past few days:
The fact that you JUST texted me as I was writing this.
What you told me today.
Your present.
When you told me Merry Christmas.
Your (dad's) (fake) invitation to your Christmas party.
The fact that you called me like eight times that day.
That you wanted to hear my voice and see me.
 You asking to hang out again today, even if it was for less than an hour. Your belief that I'll get everything done.
:)

12/31, 1/1, 1/2, 1/15 let's go.

fuck fuck fuck. so much is going on. i'm losing my handle on things. I'm procrastinating when i KNOW i have no time. I keep getting distracted. as if i'm a fucking child. dear lord. please help me get through this. help me finish with apps. keep my future in mind. don't let me fall through the cracks. keep an eye on my family. help me do all the things that I need to do for the people around me. basically five more days and I'm done with this part. then i have, on top of college, hc/ffs/civics/english/ts :( tomorrow, i'll be the most fucking motivated person you've seen. no slacking. no distractions. I'm going to get shit done. and then get my shit together. <3