<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d7960372734404978264\x26blogName\x3dethereality\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://patriciathefiasco.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://patriciathefiasco.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-1074177057493303065', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Designer Blogskins
M is for Music


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com

P is for Profile (and Phatee)

Patricia Estrellla.
born on [February 12] and I'm sweet[16]. I study at [St. Joseph] as a second year high school student! I LOOOVE clothes, shoes, food, music, hair and make-up (what girls don't?) so you will see a lot of that kind of content in my blog. If you know me well, you'd learn that I'm actually kind of nerdy, down to earth, real, and definetly NOT like anyone else.

Hit Counter
Please visit my FLICKR & BLOGGER PROFILE

C is for Cbox!

F is for Friends

Get a blog spot so i can link you here :)

Allison A.
Pia E. (sister)
Regine M. (cousin)
Andrea C.
Vicky T.
Danny N.
Shauna S.
Natashya C.
Jamie V.
Diandra S.
Chris L.
Deborah H.
Micah V.
Cherry Anne M.
Nkechi N.
Karina C.
Ysabel G.
myspace

poupeegirl fashion brand community



A is for Archives
Tuesday, October 28, 2008 - 6:19 PM
Back to top, baby.
Cherry Anne, I saw ur cousin (I think) at american apparel (if u even read this blog lol <3)!


It seems like the hate in those house grows more and more each day and its slain towards me.
I can't bring myself to hug anyone but my dad and I just want to never talk to anyone.
So glad I got the big hoodie because its much warmer than the coldness I'm getting from every one. It's so comfortable and it makes up for how uncomfortable I feel around everyone.
Retail therapy certainly worked its wonders at a price....
Today I went to Sherway with Monica and Tim. Due to some fucked up arrangements I made (a MISTAKE no one really gets or wants to understand) my day just felt horrible. But I love them so much...Honestly you know how close a relationship with people are when u can cry in front of them and smile a second later. I fucking love these kids to deaaath.

HOW ABOUT.. those times I was forgotten nearly an hour after the school bell rang. They weren't uncommon. Or how about how you bring me anywhere I want... I admit I don't thank you enough but if the case were that I was the one with a lisence and a few more years of experience, YOU KNOW THINGS would be different.

I'm not a bad sister and you know it. Try being Pia's younger sister. You'll discover embarassement and being ashamed of who you are as if my self-esteem isn't low enough. The only way to fight the insecurities of having your own sister not love you by arguing with her to show how you aren't weak. To hide how jealous you are that your own sister seems to love her cousins more than you. To have your own nephew hate you just like your sister did so even if she does mature into loving you, there's a second wave of hatred.
I waited until you had your baby to see that if you discovered true love through Jace, you could open your heart and allow me into it.
How would you defend yourself in this position?

I know I'm so sensitve but I'm just having a really bad week.
I'm kind of shocked at the fact that if I'm sad.... the natural response I get from this house is to make me feel even worse, especially if it's my fault. Not even taking into account that people make mistakes.

I'm not even going to say anything else.

Labels: , , ,



2 HEARD 'EM SAY