January 2011
December 2010
My dad asked me if my blue and yellow nails were supposed to be a statement.
They’re fucking nail polish colors, get over it. If I had a fucking statement to say, I would say it to his face. I’m not afraid of him, nor my mother, nor the government so you know what? Fuck off.
If I really wanted to stop dealing with this bullshit, I would kill myself now. But in an alternate dimension, there’s a happy Shawna that dies with the death of me.
I GET TO GO HOME, YAAAAAAAY.
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If Winter Ends / Bright Eyes
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
But I know that that’s impossible now
And so I drink to stay warm
And to kill selected memories
With the change of ShawnaInsanity to shawnabones, I wanted to open myself up a little more.
I’m sick of hiding just because I know kids from my school will find this and read this, probably bash me for being so pathetic but at this point- nothing really matters. I’m terrified of going home today to pick up some stuff. My dad told me I wasn’t allowed to stay at the house I grew up in, the only place that is really (in the denotative sense) home, and it fucking hurts. It’s scary thinking that while my life has been a rollercoaster for a few days, I will come back to a room that taunts me with it’s comfort. I don’t know, I guess this doesn’t really make sense to anybody else but my room is too personal to describe.
“My heart slows, my hands stop shaking, the nervousness, anxiety and anger disappear.”
—A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
#foreveralone on Christmas.
Merry Christmas to my followers. :)
Thank you for the two new followers for Christmas!
Enjoy your family and your holiday, you all deserve it.
- Shawna: Justin, will you get me a cute boy for Christmas?
- Justin: I'm not gonna wrap up my friend in paper or put bows on him.
- Shawna: I know, he just has to be naked. Okay, deal.
“and the more i think about you, the more i put together everything i learned. the way your long, creepy hands touched me,
the way i felt nervous when i first lay in your bed
you touched me, and i touched you, and we lay both nervous but anxious
i remember the feeling of your tongue against me
it was foreign, but i liked it
your new touch, your new smell, everything was exciting.
you confided in my quickly
and revealed insecurities, or whatever
i liked you.
and you,
you liked me.” —(via abigaillynch)
the way i felt nervous when i first lay in your bed
you touched me, and i touched you, and we lay both nervous but anxious
i remember the feeling of your tongue against me
it was foreign, but i liked it
your new touch, your new smell, everything was exciting.
you confided in my quickly
and revealed insecurities, or whatever
i liked you.
and you,
you liked me.” —(via abigaillynch)