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no 1 luv’d me liek they did on thiz blog~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

edit!!!!!: tried to make this read more. but it won’t. so you know what, tumblr. fuck you. everyone gets to hear about my white girl problems.

i know i’ve been dead for the past while. and i was all “lol bye guys i am deleting this.” but i didn’t because i am too lazy to put up a theme on my new one. anyway, i’m saying goodbye because i am without interent connection for the next six to seven weeks. i am dying. because i actually want to literally live inside of the internet (it is my life goal) however outside sources do not approve.

i just wanted to update everyone on my general being, because i will not be talking to anyone for you know. six to seven weeks. unless i steal my mum’s iphone and download the aim app. then maybe i will.

my health is been shit lately but i just haven’t really had the heart to clog up your dash with my dramatic white girl problems. and i’m having family problems and such like always. my sister is one of the most god awful people on the face of the planet, though. you can’t really blame me for locking her out of the house and pretending i couldn’t hear her while i locked all of the windows when she and a large group of friends were going to come to my house and do some cocaine.

….. i know. the sad thing is, i live in a perfectly normal neighbourhood. you know those ones where everyone actually cares what their lawns look like. 

and long story short my sister went in rage mode and hit me a few times (i am positive she bruised my ribs a bit when she kicked me but y’know. dramatic white girl problems)  and then told everyone she knew about all my problems and such. which is really embarrassing because no one needs to know that. and told me she wished i would just die because i am a fat bitch who steals our parent’s m ney (okay seriously, she’s the one who buys cocaine with their money) and how she will never visit me in the hospital and pray that my organs will just crap out one day. but anyway, long story short my mum chose my sister’s side (it sounds really immature saying that. but it is true. my mother does choose sides. my sister was given extra spending money and i am forced to do sixteen loads of laundry, clean the whole house, and ‘think about what i’ve done’. it’s probably because i didn’t tell her why i locked her out of the house and what she said to me. i like to think i’m above being a petty bitch) but anyway.

no one really cares but i wanted to vent. stay golden!!!!11

…I’ve been secretly thinking this ever since I got a tumblr. 8I

me too. it’s a bit ridiculous that to even get any notes on a graphic i have to do it a ~~certain way. and i just no longer find anything original anymore. i also think, deep down in my little elitist head, graphics aren’t just colouring a picture. i would prefer it if people called those edits. just because in my head it’s a completely different thing. and not to mention, i really don’t like the colouring looking the same on every god damn thing. http://infestingmybones.tumblr.com/ (aka nana) has a really unique colouring that i’ve fawned over for a good few years.

the same textures, the same bright colouring, etc etc.