That you struggling, survivin, that you gon' persevere

this morning hey soul sister played on the radio and I just lost it. I bawled my heart out because I kept getting the chills during the entire song. I miss you Kaitlyn. I'll wear purple on this day for the rest of my life.
Happy birthday, Mitchell. I can't believe we're both eighteen now. That we're adults. I still remember meeting you way back when, when we were just little kids and thought the world was perfect. So much has changed since then. We're so different. I would say that my love never changed for you, but it did, it's a lot stronger than it was back then. Even now, you're still my best friend. Happy birthday.
i feel sick, so I'm sluffing seminary, but I can't miss English again :/
Yesterday I realized something huge. That it's time to not give a shit. That if you worry too much about life, then you don't have enough time to live it. Put the top down, even if it's still cold outside. Raise your arms and yell. Just scream. Don't worry about your hair getting all snarled and knotted up. Play your music as loud as you want and don't care who looks at you. Wear what you want if it makes you feel good. Don't listen to everyone that says to take your piercing out, because the ones that really love you won't give a shit. I'm done ditching my family for friends because in the end I like my family a whole lot better. I'm done worrying about soul mates and about marriage, if I like a guy I'll grab his hand and let him know. Honestly I don't give a shit about past relationships or how they ended, I just care about everything I learned from them. Thank god for every boyfriend I've had that I didn't end up being with forever, because thinking about it, every boyfriend led me to a new one. A better one. Thank god for every blessing, every trial, every tear, every smile. I'm through with saying I'm sorry, done. Because half the time I don't mean it, so what's the point? I'm going to start being brutally honest. I don't care about split ends, it's part of life and I'm not going to stress about it anymore. I'm going to tan my ass off and not worry about how I'll look when I'm older. I'm going to kiss who I want and mock everyone that bugs me. I'm going to finally just be me, who I want to be. I'm a drama queen with a loud voice that loves too hard and cares too much. I'm vain, to the point where I look in every mirror I pass. I dance like a freak and love people staring. I think too much, but don't do anything about it.
Ask any guy that's seen me in a bikini and they'll tell you I have a bangin body and that I'm curvier than you would expect. I've learned to like my hips and even grown to love my butt. Ask any guy that's touched even just my arm and they'll tell you how soft my skin is. THAT'S who I am. The girl with weird quirks like soft skin and unexpectancies like curves. I'm not who you want me to be, but I like it that way.
Hi, my names Aydree and I like myself now. And I'm not gonna stop saying hella :)