Life, thank you for sending me people that make me feel beautiful, loved, and wanted every time I'm feelin' down and out.

How come I got stuck with the asshole? He treats me like a princess, tells me I'm beautiful and that I shouldn't take shit from you ever, not to mention before he goes to bed he tells me, "i love and miss you more and more every day." How come Cassie couldn't do what she promised and set me up with the good one? Oh yeah, because she's a bitch, forgot.

Just gotta deal with what I have in front of me, I guess. But it's okay though. Tattoo apprentice at our shop? Yes, please.

I wish Trevor wouldn't draw pictures of me....yeah, weird.

My girlfriends and I like to have little contests to see who's ex is the worst. And I always seem to win.

And I always tried to play it off like you weren't a bad guy...