i suck at life.

helllo bloggers. :] sorry i haven't blogged in such a long time, i just really suck at life. sooo lately i've just been chilling. cause aye, it's summer(: i feel like a bitch though. yes. i'm happy that shit is over, but i don't know if i'm a bitch for loving that it is. a few mornings ago i woke up to my least favorite thing, DRAMA. then it stopped, then it came back. tonight i went downtown for friday night alive, as always. i went withh my parents and andrea, but we met up with kelseyyy and ramiro! i swear, i hardly know ramiro, and i love the fuck out of the kid already. :] HIS DOG IS THE CUTEST PUFF BALL I'VE EVER SEEEEN. andd my momma's friend's husband randomly picked me up and ran away with me in his arms like a creepsster! i didn't even know who the fuck he was at first! her other friend's husband just randomly said "how old is she? she's cute!" "she's going to be 14 on sunday" "THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY THAT GIRL IS 13!" hahha. my mom's friends creeep me out. and andrea. heheh.. i feel like such a whore. i really like this kid.. but. it seems as if he won't try enough to be with me. he "loves" me. and well, we've practically been together for months, so yes, i do love him too. but ugh. tonight i had to let my girly senses out and mess around with another dude. FUCK HORMONES. this dude is trying to say he really likes me, when we've met twice. he's probably the BIGGGEST horn dog ever. but, idk. i really really really like the sweet innocent type where kissing is a big cute deal. that's why i like phillip. and he likes me too. i want to be with him, i really do. but ugh. he either doesnt want to see me or doesn't like me. which isn't the case because he is always saying "when we date.. lalal" so i mean, obviously. all of my friends love him. he's perfect.. but he's at his dad's house, so i really haven't talked to him in two days. :( i love the kid. OMFG, I GOT A NEW BEDDDD 8) and when i was cleaning from under the old one, i found my old fucking diary. that this is like.. so old. from when boys had cooties. God, it was time for a new bed. it just sounded like someone was knocking on my window. but it is 2:16 am, so i doubt there was a knock.. i'm depressed. FML.

Ciao,
Emily