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Hey, I'm Melissa. I'm the girl who is best friends with love and still believes prince charming exists somewhere out there-- fully equipped with great eyes and an immature sense of humor. I wear too many bracelets and I can't concentrate on the conversation if the TV's on. I love surprises and hardwood floors. My lucky number is 13 and right now my toenails are painted 5 different colors. I love Taylor Swift and I hope you her too. This is my blog, and I love you for looking at it.



Sunday, July 31, 2011
I hate my stupid mother

I really hate my stupid mother. What a bitch. I'm sorry to say this, but really, can't a body have some freedom? I asked her whether I could go to the library to study with my friend, and she made a hell of a hullabaloo out of it which ended in me getting boxed and yelled out. She even insulted my friend and her mother for asking me to go to the library to study and said she's gonna come to the library later to check that I'm actually doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Which all boils down to what - My mother is really a fucking bitch. And don't diss that I'm an ungrateful brat, 'cuz it's true.

See y'all around, I'm in a bad mood now and gotta rush to the library. :/