How ironic...

I just looked up the meaning of my name and it means "the strong/powerful and healthy one".
Isn't this ironic? So why do I have to deal with all this shit?
I am the healthy one!!!
HELLOOO?!?!? So why don't you just take all this away from me?!

If I die, check my blog. You'll learn everything.

The girl...

The girl who always looks sad but claims she's fine.
The girl who when she sees you, smiles half a smile.
The girl who always has time to listen to you and will try to help you.
The girl who cares about helping everyone but herself.
The girl who cries every night before going to sleep.
The girl who pretends she's okay while she's dying inside.
This is the girl who is soon to be gone.

Did you ever think as a hearse goes by, that you may be the next to die?

My dog had a cut on his paw.

So blood on the floor in the bathroom won't be suspicious.
Good for me.

Officially fat!

And I will never be...