what cruel fate.

Life is too unfair. Sure, at times, things are just, you get what you deserve. But most times, it just sucks. I have gotten the short end of the stick too many times. Here I am, writing this, crying on my bed. Fuck this. I'm tired of being sad and carrying this burden on my back. Im just sick of this shit.
Im ready to be happy and free. I just want to forget it all.

If I can't have it, I want it.

Hello lovelies! I know it's been forever, I moved and my stepmother has yet to order internet. So I'm taking advantage of my friend, Maddy's computer. I pierced my monroe (: and I pierced Susan's too. I talked her in to it (: she was so motherfucking hesitant.

dear sidekick,

fuck you. Start working right before I throw you against a wall. Baby, I don't want to be abusive, but I've had it up to here with you forgetting my contacts, notes, bookmarks and settings.

Love your owner,

Christine

"In the Quest for Perfect Breasts."

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? I've tried not to think about it much, but I'm starting to believe everything does happen for a reason. Is every little move we make, every thought we think, every bug that passes our way, is it all little pieces that add up to one thing? The stomach ache you get, the old lady you give your seat up to, the bee that started up the conversation, the canceling of plans, the making of new ones, the collecting of phone numbers and the telling of your life story. Do these little things all add up and go hand in hand, is it like little pixels on the computer that make the whole picture? Something happened to me this Friday, and it made me think. This old lady, with wrinkles carved on her face, told me her life, told me her love for God, told me about true love, and how she survived cancer. Did every action in the day come to bring me to that scene, that situation? Or was she just a piece in the puzzle?

i love this

and my personal favorites:

nudity, no censors.

I'm liking provocative things these days. I don't know why, but I'm not complaining. Today, my friend Sugar told me she could tell I was unique and that I was different (in a good way) and that made me happy. Holy moly, I wish you guys could see her, she's gorgeous. Her hair is so puffy, and it looks too good on her. I am jealous of how she can make anything look good.
I bleached my hair the other day, and guess who also bleached her hair? My sister. 
Today was picture day. I came out horrible. It looks like Shrek made a baby with my mother and that baby is me.
xoxo,
Christine

soymilk curd.

School still feels too long. Here's a picture of my phone. And I am apologize that my neck looks like that of a strained ox.

I decorated my binder. Here it is!

That white paper with the writing was just some songs on a playlist in my itunes.

I am currently loving The Ramones. I can't get enough of them. Sheena is a Punkrocker, Do you Wanna Dance, Pet Semetary, Pin Head, ect. My favorite song from them is probably Poison Heart and Pet Semetary, or Sheena is a Punkrocker. At least for now.

GUESS WHAT. Today, as I was crossing the street, I heard someone call my name, I looked back and there they were, Annie Kim and Rachel Cho. We ran to each other, screaming and hugged in the middle of the street. It brightened up my whole day. It surprised me how intensly happy that made me.

I miss Sally. Too bad I am grounded for the month. Sallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!

I am loving this one song, I cannot get it out of my head. ...Oh but I'm so clean cut, I just wanna fuck some sluts...