it’s amazing how when you write something, then look back on it, you realize how stupid and dumb you sound.. Well that just happened to me. What i was meant to say is that, i was so used to people at port high being segregated and only talked to who they wanted to talk to. But at Mackillop it seems that everyone seems to get on, which i found quite strange at first, but now it’s quite fitting.

Nothing i write of present should be considered valid, it’s just a bundle of thoughts all compiled into a short paragraph, expressing some much needed emotional spills.

I am better than this, why the fuck did get back on tumblr? and why the fuck am criticizing my peers when all they are is nice to me? I don’t make sense, but then again, nothing makes sense to me these days. Major white girl problems.

NEW SET GOAL: don’t be a bitch, be honest, but not so honest that it’s bitchy. Judge less and have a more positive outlook. Also, get the flaming hell of tumblr.

sozza mammy. i’m just neggin’ like a boss tonight. deep down i love port high, but even deeper down, i love you.

i seriously don’t even remember being there, that’s how vague my memories are. but your image shines above all. <3 <3 <3

i can say what i want. it’s just my experience of the school, geez.