Mommmma love.

Thank you. For caring. For everything. I don't know of you're going to creep on my blog again and read this, but if you do then I guess you're reading this right now. Anyway mom, you should know that this blog is the place I come to to vent. Most of the time, I write posts at the exact moment I am feeling something so they can be a bit extreme. Usually the next morning I realize how stupid I sounded or how big and ridiculous I made my extremely small my problem seem and I go back and delete it(I was in the process of doing that to yesterdays post, but I got distracted). Anywhoooo, I am NOT ANYWHERE NEAR wanting to kill myself. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease! my life is waaaaaaaaay to good to go and do something stupid like that. Just, no. I would never. And If I ever had a problem even remotely big enough to even have thoughts like that(which I don't think I EVER WILL,but still), I would tell you. I'm not going to lie I was kind of upset that you were creepin on my iPad, then calling me out on it but going back and reading that post from yesterday i was like daaang, I do sound a little suicidal, but I mean I got that whole saying from like a picture that I saw that day on tumblr and I thought it fit well in the paragraph. Hahaha see I told you, I write stuff when I'm mad then I go back and read it and realize that that is NOT the way I felt. But I like to write on here, even if I do blow things out of proportion. It makes me feel better in the moment. The situations I write about, although they may seem like they are giant, are just typical teenage things. Like I could seriously make a bad hair day sound like my whole world is ending. That's just me mommmmma, I'm a drama queen, you know that.

Please trust me when I tell you that everything is fine. Cause it is, I promise.