Who cares what you think.

I feel like Hansel and Gretel's evil stepmother. How dare I use and abuse you like that? Then, have the face to abandon you for an entire summer. How rude? Although I think we have already established that, haven't we?

Well, since I've been such a bad mother, i'm going to try my best to make it up to you, with a crash course on my wish-list, because really, I am an individualistic, self- obsessed, egomaniac and I don't really give a shit what other people are doing, unless they're on some hot shot magazine, and the most important things for me are looking good, being thin, having good hair, and getting what I want.

Although there are bouts of 'nice' and 'kind' and 'good' in me, they are often overshadowed with the disastrous self-centered teenage hormones, or whatever they are.

Well, update No 1. I now want this phone instead, do we see a pattern here?

I want this tattoo, because I'm a suppressed emo who strives for freedom, and who missed her curfew by a couple (3) of hours last Wednesday, and am therefore rebelling against my sadistic parents. But hey, just normal Saturday morning, is it not?

and this IS going to be my christmas hair.

There, I think i've summed up the most important things in my life.

Later i'll post some worthless jibber jabber about other people.

But until then, I bid you,

Adieu.
-N.H x