



want to be alone. I want to have my own apartment, go to work and see my boyfriend and family. Everyone else is pissing me off. You're all full of shit and secrets and I hate the feeling of being forgotten. I don't feel cared about I don't know I just want to sit here and cry in this fucking apartment that isn't mine.
I went to visit my grandmother and then did some (window) shopping cause I'm poor as heck.
I found these at topshop and I've never wanted a pair of shoes more in my life
Home on a Friday night AGAIN just because I have to work at 11 am tomorrow and after work I get to party with all my best friends.
So I guess staying in tonight with my video game and my coffee is ok sort of but not because I get to read about how much fun everyone else is having on all the social media sites I'm on.
Coffee, internet, hyper, blogs weeeee.
I went to the 9 gala at a lounge on Danforth to shoot the event for BOLD magazine but they treated us like poop and not like media personnel so we left early.
Anyways I got all dressed up and stuff.
I'm working about 40 hours a week at the see en tower (because I can't blog or tweet about it or I'll get in trouble hehehe)
Shooting a couple of events of the side for BOLD magazine and on my days off I see my lovely boyfriend.
We've been dating for a month and that's a big deal for me. I'm happy. Happier than I would be fucking random dudes that don't give a shit about me all summer.
I'm still living at Davisville for the most part with David which is cool because I buy him things instead of paying for rent (well I give him 50 bucks every paycheck but whatever)
So basically life is pretty hectic and I barely have any time to see my friends except David but I'm trying to make time and stuff.
Anyways that is all for now, I cant imagine any blogs in the near future being much different than this one.
Ok bye.
I'm still getting shit on because of something that happened 4 months ago. I'm losing friends because of it. I'm feeling like a piece of shit because of it. I'm angrier more often because of it.
Fuck all of my "friends" I don't give a shit about you. Just like you don't give a shit about me because I made one mistake.
All I need is myself and my family you can all go fuck yourselves because you aren't real friends.
And to David I feel like a burden because I'm always at his house cause I have no where to live because my job is in downtown Toronto (because I have a job unlike some people, must be fucking nice.)
I'm upset I want to vomit because you all suck so fucking hard.
So yeah everyone is stressing me out so you are all ousted out of my life good bye. xoxox