A day in the life of an underaged Lolita
Anonymous said: What were you wearing today?
That’s the thing! I was wearing this Bobbysoxer skirt passed my knees and my sailor shirt. No leg show, no cleavage. I was very much in my Little space which is the reason why I was having a panic attack in a clothing shop instead of going up to him to leave me the fuck alone
Today was terrible. I wore a pretty cute outfit and was surprisingly getting a lot of cat calls, looks and compliments. During my break at work I decided to walk around the down town area I work in. There was this older guy jogging and he was aggressively cat calling me, which is something I just ignore, but he wouldn’t stop. I ducked into a store to try to avoid him following me and he followed me in the store and harassed the store clerk asking her where I was hiding. She didn’t say anything and he eventually left. She was the sweetest and felt so bad she gave me half off of what I bought.
My problem with sex is that if I’m dating you, and I like you, I’m so worried that it’s going to be bad, because if it is bad, I’ll never want to see you again. Or, I love spending time with you, and I don’t really wanna sex you.
lolita-harlette-haze said: You are not arrogant because you are confident. God people are so fucking dense.
There is a difference. I think arrogance is when you out down other people’a beauty to make yourself look good. Or to not accept others’ beauty because of your own. THAT’S arrogance. Obviously the anon has self esteem issues, and for that I am sorry. Hopefully they’ll work it out
Anonymous said: I'm so tired of your arrogance, you think you look so hot and that you're an older man magnet when in real life you're an average looking girl, I love older men but I don't try to portray myself as someone who they get turned on by or stop in the street to look at
Haha, but sweetie, I do turn heads. I’m beautiful because I say I am, not because other people do. In the end, I have to live with myself till the end and no one else. I’m sorry that you have low self esteem and feel the need to take it out on me, but a little confidence goes a long way.
It’s this original musical that I was actually in about 4 years ago when it was in workshops. Ironically, in workshops I was the daughter of the lead. 4 short years later, I’m the girl trying to steal the lead’s husband.
What the fuck happened? Who needs a hot cocoa and who needs a swift kick in the face?
What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
So yes, I bleed for seven days
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
Stress crying about all these things that I need to buy for my day to day life, plus college, plus these high school events that I want to and expected to go too
Anonymous said: i don't know if you've been asked this before, but how did you get your book to be published? what was the process like? did it plan to get published after you started writing?
I basically won this contest in which I had to write a book in less than 30 days so getting it published was one of the perks.