AS IF I DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH ON MY PLATE… i swear to god, i will never speak to you again. you are completely out of my life.
i went to see our priest tonight with my parents. there wasn’t a mass or anything, we just met him in his office and i held my tears back as my parents told him what was going on and requested that i be “anointed” (ya know, like the anointing of the sick…). we prayed and stuff. it was kinda nice. i felt better. idk…
…levels of serotonin in couples who are madly in love are comparable to people...– Why Do We Fall In Love? (via amandarae)
did anyone really expect me to be in a good mood tonight…? and it doesn’t help that people don’t think before they speak. i’ve had so much stupid shit spewed at me and i’ve had enough. everyone thinks they’re helping but they’re not. i’d really appreciate it if everyone stopped trying to make things sound better than they are. stop trying to...
:( my biopsy isn’t at 7:30am anymore… i’m not sure exactly what time it is, but we have to get to the hospital at 10am. …*sigh* i’m scared.
sabrinamack asked: Hey Christine, I really hope everything goes well for you tomorrow. The only surgery I've ever had was when I had my tonsils taken out a year ago so I even can't imagine what you're going through. Good luck<3.
you can see my ribs when i don’t have my shirt on. it’s DISGUSTING and i need my appetite back ASAP so i can feel like a real italian again!
500 days of summer.
istateside: francescasparacio: tom: you never wanted to be anyones girlfriend, and now you’re somebody’s wife summer: surprised me too tom: i don’t think i’ll ever understand that, i mean it doesn’t make sense to me summer: it just happened tom: what just happened? summer: i just woke up one day and knew tom: knew what summer: what i was never sure of with you fucking bitch fuck...
anyone ever had surgery before?
because i am psyching myself out and i could really use someone to talk to…
i can’t handle this. i don’t want to have surgery. i don’t want to hear the results of my biopsy. i don’t want to be told i’ll lose all my hair. i don’t want the next few months of my life to consist of IV needles and pain. i’ve always been so happy and now i feel like my entire life is falling apart right in front of me. and no matter how hard i try,...
16 years means nothing
we were in school together for 9 years. at first our friendship was secret because when you’re 6 years old being friends with a boy isn’t the cool thing to do. we denied rumors that we were “in love” and continued our friendship. we didn’t care what anyone thought. we graduated together and went to different high schools… but it didn’t matter because we...
people are ignorant and i hate everyone
so many people have told me they’re praying for me. it makes me feel better… and it’s not the fact that people are praying for me. it’s the fact that people are taking the time out to think about me and hope i get better. people care about me… even people i don’t know. a guy my dad works with told his church my “story” and now the entire church is...
why would you buy a perfume just from seeing a commercial on tv? wouldn’t you want to know how it smells first?
i had my pre-operation exam thing today… my appointment was at 1:00pm and i only found out it was at that time at 12:20 and i hadn’t even showered yet. so what did i do? jumped in the shower. i managed to take a shower, dry my hair, put my makeup on and get dressed in a half hour. of course by then it was 12:50 and the doctor’s office was… a half hour away! yayyyyyy so we...
Day #10: Your favorite song i refuse to pick. have a nice day!
Never fear shadows. They simply mean there’s a light shining somewhere nearby.– (via thenewyorkian)
Hold my head inside your hands I need someone who understands I need someone, someone who hears For you I’ve waited all these years For you I’d wait ‘til kingdom come Until my day, my day is done And say you’ll come and set me free Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me
I’m on the prayer list on Chaminade’s website listed as “Sister of Tom Cassese.” -_____- lmao
i feel weird today. i can’t explain what it is. i guess my chest hurts? i don’t really know. but i want it to go away… i want to feel normal again. we’re going to meet Lea today at 1:30 which means i need to start getting ready soon. everything i do lately has been slowed down about 50% so i take even LONGER to get ready than i usually do. it’s horrible.