FML?

it's weird how you can ask for something and, when you finally get it, you're not ready for it. that's the exact situation i'm in right now. i said i wanna move to la, and when my dad says we're moving to FXCKING LOS ANGELES(!), i'm not ready. it's weird, i know, but i can't help it. it's like everything i built up in dry ass lancaster is going to waste. and although i hated that city, i loved it with all my heart. i bitched, i complained and now i'm not ready to leave yet. as of now, i'm not really talking to my dad or stepmom. it's for specific reasons, trust me it is. and i'm contemplating whether or not to say fml, but idk. it's like i'm feeling every emotion possible right now, that's what i think. i hate it, but i love it. and in my head i'm like TF? lol, it's a weird ass situation. and lately i've been thinking about wanting to crawl into a small room with an ipod - filled with random ass slow songs and abstract music - and zone out. and a fridge, so i'd be set. and a mini treadmill, and a mattress, and a zebr... never mind. and then i wanna...




whoaaaa! WTF? is that sweat, or pee? omg, or maybe something worse... i swear there is some weirdness in this world.. i don't know. but yo! i'm done for the night; check back tomorrow. i might update in thee am, but it depends on if i'm busy or not.

good night folks; sweet dreams!