I just saw this on the bathroom wall at my school. It stopped me from cutting today.

I got this off of the PostSecret Facebook page. The ones one the website were just weird.

Anyway. .

I chose it simply because I was a cutter not too long ago, however something as simple as that would not have stopped me from cutting, I’m glad it stopped this girl from doing it though. It’s just simple song lyrics “Who says you’re not beautiful” but it stopped her from hurting herself. That’s awesome.

http://yfrog.com/h3d15aolj <– That’s all it took. Maybe if people wrote more subtle messages in places like that, more people would stop hurting themselves. Who knows. .

LoveAlways,

Nene<3

Dont Kill Me But. . .

I got $50 on Friday, spent it all quicker than I got it.

-Necklace

-Candy Canes

-Hair dye

-Movie tickets (2)

-Taco Bell

Was it worth it? Probably not :P I couldve pitched in to buy more booze on Saturday. This isn’t the most appropriate thing for a blog, but I can’t think of anything else to write. Cause I’m still hung over -.-

I never get hung over, EVER. And after this weekend I’m glad I don’t. My goal was to get a hangover simply because I’ve never gotten one before. B a d    I d e a. I don’t remember how much I had to drink, or how late I stayed up drinking. I got even drunker because I didn’t eat anything all day, also a B a d   I d e a. The only thing in my system was alcohol and bread.

I drank two fifths and a few beers once, and didn’t get that drunk.

I was most definitely 120% messed up.

I woke up at 8am, super dizzy, feeling like I’m gonna get sick. All I wanted to do was lay down, but the kid I was sleeping with was already up so we just talked, and more people joined us as they all got woken. When the guy who was sleeping on the couch finally got up (he fell asleep first cause hes lame like that) I stole the couch, and laid down. My sister ended up texting me and asking if I wanted to go to breakfast, I obviously said yes because I was freaking starving, I went out to eat with her then went home. Took a shower. Skyped one person. Then went to sleep. At 2:50pm, I stayed asleep until 6:45am just to come to school, still feeling like crap. I was in pain as soon as I sat up, felt like I couldn’t breathe and still can’t. My left lung hurts incredibly bad every time I take a deep breath and my stomach hurts all the time. When I go outside, I can’t breathe at all because the cold air hurts far too much. Doctors appointment later? H-e -double hockey sticks yeah.

Moral of this story:

Never. Never. NEVER make it your goal to get hung over when you drink, because you will meet it. Every Time.

LoveAlways,

Nene<3

If you found out that your friend was being cheated on, would you tell them?

Well.

This is a very weird subject. Simply because it all matters on who the friend is, and who the cheater is.

If they were to only cheat once and aside from that their relationship was good then No, I wouldn’t tell them. But if it were constant everyday cheating they’d have to know.

I’m saying this partially because I just cheated last night

. . .

One time flings are whatever. Yeah its being ‘unfaithful’ or whatever to your partner but sometimes you need a little change to know just how good you have it with that other person.

Of course, there’s also a difference between just being in a relationship and being married – or engaged for that matter.

Cheating in the more serious relationships are not good, AT ALL.

I would know.

Anyway, I don’t see how telling someone for a one time thing will make anything better. It’ll ruin a perfectly good relationship, that could potentially become more serious. All because you decided to be a prick and mess up the trust between the two. I know I’m not a guy, but rule 74, never hurt a bros chick. Let secrets be secrets.

LoveAlways,

Nene<3

Blogggggggggggggggggggggg

PostSecret Is a very interesting site, which I am glad to have been exposed to. It brings out the good side of internet anonymity in a sense that people can not only talk about their problems but get help with them as well. The one writen by the 1% of Americans who have the vast majority of wealth writes they arent the 99% and they feel guilty, because they didnt earn it. I have never thought about their side of the rope. How the richer people feel about all their wealth. I’ve always pictured some stuck up snob who buys pointless stuff. But this person, you can tell they would much rather be the 99% of us. Which is very refreshing to hear, now if only more people could be the way this person is. .

She Is Loved

My best friends grandma died on Friday.

I suppose I’ll go through my whole weekend just because I can, and I have nothing else to do.

Friday,when I was sitting in my college class, I got a text message, that I was obviously gonna check it was Tommy (My best friend) he said his grandpa picked him up from school early because his grandma was going to die, like, soon. As in that night soon.

His grandma has had cancer for as long as I’ve known her. It started getting better, but then spread all throughout her body. His grandma is the only female figure hes had since his mom died, 9 years ago. I’m the only person who fills that void of his mom, Im the one person who he confides in as he did her. I have no idea how Im supposed to help him right now when Im hurting too. . .

Anyways, Friday right after college was over, I had to take the bus into town.

Let me repeat:

I had to take the bus.

To town.

So I could go to the hospital.

To see my grandma die.

No one would drive my wife and I there. . .

-_-

We finally made it there and she was so sick, she didnt look anything like she normally did. We stood in the doorway of her room and I cried. Harder than I ever have. She was just laying there, with her eyes closed. On so much morphine Im suree it was hard for her to open them. But she opened them wide, with fear. Just so she could get sick. I had to go into the hall because that’s when I broke down. She didnt deserve to go this way, she was so good. She was so good. . . We stayed for a while, until we got kicked out. I stayed at AnnaBelles house that night, with Lindsey. Got a text at 5 in the morning, saying grandma died. I didnt believe it, I still dont. I cant wrap my head around the fact that I’ll never see her again, well not for a while anyway. I’ll have to wait until my dying day in order to see her smile, or hear her laugh. It’s crazy. I hate death, its the only thing I cant handle. The viewing is tomorrow, funeral is on Wednesday and I have to go shopping for clothes today. This sucks. I miss her</3

RIP Grandma, I love you.

LoveAlways,

Nene<3

Is there anyone in your life that you have forgotten to say “thank you” to?

As I was scrolling through the vast amount of questions I was provided with, this one really stood out to me. Probably because I had a non-sarcastic answer for it

Here goes nothin’.

When I was in grade school, there was this old lady who lived next door. She was the grandmother of one of my good friends, and used to tell my step-mom how pretty I looked everyday, because she would always be washing her dishes as I went outside to get on the bus.  I would go over there everyo once in a while to wait until my parents got home from work, or just to hang out. I remember she used to tell me stories, and I’d sit there and listen patiently, secretly wishing she’d just shut up. I wish I wouldve talked to her more, I wish I wouldve thanked her for teaching me the lessons she did, and telling me everything she did so I wouldnt make the mistakes she did.

RIP Mary Jane. I miss you. Thank you.

LoveAlways,

Nene<3

Personal Post.

Personally, I just wanna go home. My tummy hurts, and I’m hungry. Went through some bull crap earlier. Test was negative, not sure if that’s a good or bad thing at this point. My wife is gonna live with me for the next couple days, my boyfriend is coming over later I just wanna go home. But instead I’m stuck in this class. Bored. Hurting. Hungry. Blah. Downer. I can’t wait for Christmas break. Actually, I can’t wait for Christmas. I’m getting an acoustic ;sdnvurehtuhri;lhewhfjksznfbdv. I hope I don’t get marked down for that baaii

LoveAlways,

Nene<3

Well, Can You?

I honestly feel bad for you.

Listen. I just read through everyones blogs that I could.

What

A

Waste

Of

Life

I really thought mine was nothing special but sweet baby Jesus… Does everyone have to be so bland? I know this class sucks, but at least make the most of it! I dont think I could write like that if I tried. Most peoples are just blocks of text. Blocks. Of. Text. HUGE BLOCKS. HUGE BORING BLOCKS. I couldnt finish most of them so I have no idea how anyone can grade them.. I know mine is probably hell to grade too but hopefully not as much. Im actually growing kind of fond of this class, I’ll probably continue blogging after I’m free from it. It’s a nice break, and a great time to reflect. So thank you.

LoveAlways,

Nene<3

Lmao(: