Bad, Bad Dreams.

My anxiety has always made me have bad dreams, but instead of just beating some people up that are bothering me, my dreams have turned scary. about a week ago i dreamt about running out of falling building in a huge city carrying around my 100 pound dog so we could live, after my whole family had already died in front of my eyes. More recently, i had a dream that i was having a good conversation with my best friend and then he walks away from me, bends over a railing and falls to his very graphic death which i saw every detail of.
I really need to get a job so i can earn money to go see the Angel Lady, see what all this craziness is about!

Also, i really want these things. Too bad i'm like hella broke.

black rims to go on Conrad.

a macbook, and with this cover or bust.

i want a longboard and a cool bike.

i'm getting this, whether the parents like it or not.

And a Monroe, BECAUSE IT'S PRETTY AND I LOVE IT.

I'm such a good girl it bothers me sometimes. i have all A's and B's, i go to school, i don't drink or do drugs, i don't have sex, i'm honest, i do nice things for others, and i just want to succeed in life and become a respected fashion stylist and i would never do anything to mess that up. i really hate that it's like the end of the world when i want to pierce something that isn't even a tacky piercing. Sue me for wanting to do something different and that IS NOT EVEN PERMANENT. The rewards of being a good child are not good enough. SUCK BUCKET ALL I WANT IS A FEW PIERCINGS. let me be me. come on now.

XO Chels