and then, there was pants.

For starters, I got my kitten! I named her Pants, haha. yeah, it is perfect.
Shes the cutest thing ever, and I feel so protective over her, and she makes me so happy.
It gets annoying though, she's really attached to me. Like, she won't eat her food unless I sit beside her and pet her.
she'll honestly starve if I don't.
She follows me everywhere I go. If i stop walking, she does. When I start going somewhere else, she goes too.
sometimes I'm more tolerant about it then others. Like when I'm on my laptop, she purrs so loud & just sits on my lap and cuddles with me (: and she loves my kisses and when i nudge her nose with my nose. and she loves laying on my shoulder when my hair covers her face.
haha, I sound so weird right now. ew.


I don't know what to say anymore.
well, G love...
it was fun. I miss Taylor, I'm glad she came to see me, we all had fun.
I liked the concert except, it was so annoying having high as fuck men and junkies try to grab you from behind to dance with you.
seriously, this one guy (who had potential to be cute if he wasn't so sleazy) grabbed my hip bones and pulled me toward his pelvis and started like dancing all over me.
I know it's not a big deal, but random people doing that to me, it just awkward.
& this 40 year old man kept staring at me when he was with his freaking WIFE and kept like grabbing my legs every chance she turned around.
seriously? I'm way past jail bate.

anyways, the show was good, the music was wonderful & it was a carefree night for the most part.
then we drive to walgreens so Gianna can get her car, & these Hilton Head Christian Academy guys park next to us, drunk as fuck and start hitting on us. I think one of their names was like,
Eric Farr? Idk.
one of them I guess lived by me, because he was like, what neighborhood do you live in? and Bridget of course goes SPANISH WELLS! and he's all, oh my god, i live there too, 61 wide water! or something.
fuck.
not interested..

then the sleepover.
enough said.



then today things were just so... eye opening.
I just think a lot of this time, I was kidding myself and just never good enough I guess.
I can't really think of a time when I was for somebody, other than my friends.

And that is why, I love them.
I don't care if people do or don't like my friends, but at least they take the time to listen to me and understand. Smile when I'm happy, and help me however they can when I'm not.

I'd always do the same for them.










One day I believe someone will appreciate me.
at least I hope so, I have a lot to offer.
only time will tell