this is me when i girlblog btw

Wow, I can't believe I'm finally meeting the famous Hallie. I have looked forward to this all summer. – Really? Well, here I am.

The Parent Trap (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers

elena

WHORE!!!

New lamp <3

Hunny dm. I want to help u. I have a way I think

just ordering me a big thai dinner over doordash would be nice. a curry plus spring rolls and like three mojitos at least LMAO pls 🥺🥺🥺

there's a man sleeping in my bed who doesn't love me and next to him is a little blue journal with the last two entries full of my sticky feelings for him. he fucked me on period and made my world fade to black again, over and over. i told him no and he didn't listen to me. he asked if i was playing and if it was CNC. i started to cry and held him and shook my head no and he kept going and then when he noticed i had a face full of tears he stopped. i love him and he doesn't love me. i did it to myself by falling for people so easily. i just wish i had a dad to tell me i didn't need any of these guys because i had him and he's not gonna let me go around getting used as a fuckdoll. i want a gentle daddy's touch. i need it to be real. it'll never be

hi dad yes i would like you to roll me a fat blunt while i wait for my weed vape to deliver and yes i would like you to doordash me whatever you think would be good for a growing girl plus an alcoholic drink to drown my unfun feelings. i love you 💓💕

i wish i had a dad... these days don't end. i tell myself to get over it but how could i ever? i miss the dad i don't have every day. i wish he existed and cared. i wish he was around to help me

crying on and off all night and morning. not even rough sex is making me feel better. i just don't want to think about my future. don't want one and didn't ask. it doesn't feel like i have much of one coming together anyways. feels bad sounding this ungrateful - it's not that i don't have any gratitude... gratitude is one of the reasons i keep surviving. idk... very sad. i don't like where i'm at and the people here have already moved somebody in downstairs who is going to occupy my room that they're asking me to LEAVE. less asking more demanding. he's being such a dick to me while he's here too. makes leaving my room when people aren't normally home impossible because there he is ready to be rude every single time. he makes going to the bathroom and getting water so miserable i just don't want to do it... i cry. i give up in many ways. still trying my best every day. trying to manage all the torment and abuse. not sure where i'm going when i get kicked out... sorry i don't reach out. i don't know how else to say it. i'm bad and i need help. but what i rly need is to just get myself together. i don't see myself doing that in a way that'll make me happy tho. selling myself isn't the answer. who cares if i have a place to live if i'm a slave? maybe i should since that's the only way i won't be unhoused. so much of my stuff is stolen and destroyed. i get so sad thinking about it...