Amelia Jones

In a room surrounded by kids learning about Jesus.
          
          Most unholy group of children ever...
          
          I NEED SANCTUARY!!!

*sigh* 
          
          Why do I even try to make people feel better? 
          
          It doesn't make a difference in the end.
          
          So, what is it with me that makes me care so much? 
          
          I'll never understand it.

Watching Pearl Harbor...
          
          Oh my god...
          
          Japan was f***ing merciless...
          
          I used to feel bad about the Americans bombing Hiroshima, but now I have NO regrets anymore.

OMG the rage...
          
          I've been trying to get on this website for the last hour and a half
          
          Like, why?

Me: *absolutely exhausted* man, I think I'm gonna go to sleep.
          Mom: *walks into room* hey M, Captain America just came on.
          Me: *wide awake* I think I can stay up a lil longer~
          

The cons of July 4th:
          
          All the troublemakers in my neighborhood shoot fireworks into the sky right down the road from me >~> no sleeping for me tonight~

That moment when...
          
          You know someone is depressed
          But you don't know how to help...
          
          Yah, that moment f*cking sucks.

Sometimes I wish that I could make a difference in people's lives...
          I saved my best friend's life...
          But yet I can't seem to make a difference in mine...
          
          Ironic, isn't it?

Oh, lovely. 
          I just woke up to my sister barfing up her guts.
          Just a /wonderful/ way to start my morning.

*watching the avengers*
          *mom walks in and sees Loki*
          Mom: Oh, is this that Superhero movie?
          Me: yes.
          Mom: *looks at loki's helmet* why is that man part goat?
          Me: ... I'm going to my room.