hi im kayla. i like dance, its kinda my life. dinosaurs are my thing. im my living life. i really dont care about what you think of me. im my own person, and im quiet weird at times. but you'll learn to love me. follow me. reblog me. love me. hate me. what ever you do, you're still thinking about me darling.
"im just trying to be me, whoever that is."-Bob Dylan
grr. i hate boys. i mean, so does over half of the teenage female demographic, oh well. they are so confusing! one second they love you, the next, they act like you sprouted a fourth head that obtained the freaking black plague. how anyone can find a guy that is actually crazy enough to not be a “normal” guy, is mind boggling to me, and i sincerely applaud you. as for me, im on the train to cat lady town and apparently i purchased a one way ticket…drats.
I hate how it seems like nothing ever turns out right for me. I realize that I have a great life and it could be a lot worse, but really, the amount of shit I’ve had to deal with lately is just becoming ridiculous. From failing at dance and getting my worst grades ever to one of my best friends trying to kill himself, I’m really starting to wonder how much I can actually take before i snap. I’m not complaining, believe me I know it could be a lot worse, but I’m breaking down.
i should probably try this once in a while…