screw up

i screw up.

a lot.

like, i do things and i think "why can't i just be that good girl that people think i am when they first meet me? life would be so much easier!" but there is this weird thing inside me that makes me put my neck out there and say things when people rather not hear me. but i can't help it! I CAN'T. and i want to. because i want to be that perfect cute christian girl from a good family. but i'm not. i have hair that i don't care about (somehow my hair has something that defines me, idk why people just always talk to me about it). i sin daily. scratch that. i sin multiple times daily. all the time. like, its a habbit of mine to sin. like, that's who i am. and my good family really doesn't own me anymore. if that makes sense.

so pretty much, i'm the greasy haired bad girl who hates family..

any takers?!

seriously.

i eff up a lot.

and the thing is, i don't know if i regret much of it.