I LOVE FALL FASHION.

Sooo much.

I also scored a HUGE deal.
So Saturday I went shopping in Sandy. I stopped by at Nordstrom Rack and found these babies... well they're not exactly like this they're tan and a bit taller. But they are gorgeous. Guess how much. GUESS.
Yes, yes. 10.00 $!!! I was tooo happy.

Oh how I love shopping.

Here we are again.

1. When the only person that read your blog was your cousin... and she stopped.


2.  Seeing the person you hate EVERYWHERE.


3. Working up a sweat from all the padding in your bra.


4. Coming home from a long shopping day and realizing you bought much less than you thought you did.  


5. When your friend's little sister acts like your her best friend. 

Gurrl problemz.

1. Sweating while your straightening your hair because your straightener is so hot.

2. When your parents always seem to walk in on the inappropriate lines and scenes on Mean Girls.

3. Go out, look perfect see no one. Go out, look crappy see EVERYONE.

4. When your not Lauren Conrad.

5. Awkwardly smiling to every old person just to show your not one of those "gangster kids these days."

Mmhhm. I've got more. Don't you worry.

Stay posted!

I'm so done.
Done trying.
Done caring.
Done.
Done.
Done.


I'm not what you say I am.
I've made mistakes. Let me forget about them.
I'm done remembering them.
I'm done living them.
I'm done obsessing over them.


There's nothing I can do to change that.
What's done is done.
I can't go back and erase it.


Trust me if I could I would.


Stop bringing it up.
I can't deal with it.


I only did it because I wasn't happy with myself.


You don't know what's it like to be fat.
Ugly.
Unwanted.


Of course not.
Your perfect.
Beautiful.
Skinny.


My heads' gonna explode.


There's only so much I can keep inside.
Please listen to me.
Please.
I just want to explain.


I'm stressed.
I'm overwhelmed.
I'm frustrated with my own self. 


I want to forget.
Start out fresh.
Give me a chance to show you who I really am.

Eyes that won't cry, lips that won't lie, and love that won't die.

Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise. For some people, it's money. Others alcohol, or drugs. Mine is even worse: love. 

I fall too easily, too fast, too hard.

I just want a fairy tale, something to be lost in.

A hug from behind.

A kiss on the forehead.

Talk for hours.

Butterflies.

Passion.

Something real.