New Years. Oh boy. Resolution is just easy this year. Lose fucking weight! OH MY GOD! I feel like a fucking cow, so I wanna get back down to 150. That's about 30-40 pounds. While I am totally the person now to joke about my horrid teeth and the fact my ass and thighs could be their own country, it doesn't make me feel good deep inside. Maybe its because I love who I am, not what I look like, if that makes any sense.

Also, the second part was to finally get married. Why? Because sweet baby Raptor Jesus we've been extending this shit out for far too goddamn long. I love him. I love him so much. I know I don't need that little piece of paper saying I'm in love with someone, but I guess it's much more then that. People will take us seriously. When I look at myself I will see a grown woman rather then a child trying to cling onto maturity. Of course, we all know that I'll always be immature, random and a bit crazy. I don't want to drag the love of my life through this "he's my fiance" phase anymore. I love him. He deserves better and that include me being a better woman to him.

Bah. So deep. But I still hate pretty much everyone. Humanity is filled with fucking morons and some just need to die in a goddamn fire. And to all those who've wronged me, you can just go fuck yourself and die miserable because you will never be happy about anything.

~Kayla