December 2010
41 posts
I’d like to keep it short and sweet and write it in a letter. But you know me better than that, the more words the better. So it’s over, I’ve decided yet you don’t know. Just wait till you get this letter it will surely show. Feel free to hate me, to never want to be friends. But if you ever need me I’ll be here in the end. You were first número uno, no one can take...
Sometimes… I feel so disgusting its sick. It isn’t healthy. Like i feel the need to dress up because that is the ONLY time i ever feel pretty in my own skin. And people always question why I do it.
Sometimes… I lie and literally change the way I feel just to make someone else happy. I may not like someone, but I can force myself to, to just aviod hurting them. It isn’t...
I thought this is what I wanted.
then why am i crying?
Men.
I hate them because they aren’t women.
That about sums it up.
Idiots.
I’m push push, pushin you away.
I guess in some twisted way, trying to fix it could actually be the cause of demise. A short fleeting second that changes everything. A firework that was lit will eventually dim to a sputtering glow. And then to complete darkness it fades. Trying to relight is such a dangerous task that can cause an explosion, hurting not only yourself but anyone in near capacity. Or on the flipside that firework...
I am so angry with myself for being disapointed in a gift. Rude.
You’re making me feel like a kid again. I sure did smile alot.
Best friends are for chick flicks, eating, and cuddling. Simple nights are the best. <3
so disappointed. in everything.
I have built a wall. You helped me add the cement. Now you can’t possibly think it would be easy to tear them down, could you?
“I don’t know it I have what it takes for everyones regular plans.”
Thoughts on hand.
Can’t get my license. And when i do no music until my parents deem i am responsible. Not to mention i have to text them when i leave, where i am going, how long i think it will take, then text them when i arrive.
I’ll be driving my parents car…don’t care thats cool. I am expected to pay… uhh, not to seem spoiled, but it isn’t even my car and dad you are more...
sarcasm.
Dear many people…
I love that you can’t make up your mind. I love that you are so immature. I love that you judge. I love that you think you can control me. I love that you try to change my mind. I love that you are sarcastic to do so.^ I love that you call me a bitch. I love that you aren’t the same. I love that your family sent us a christmas card. I love that your mom hugged...
my morgan.
that is what you keep saying.. and you want to see a movie friday night.
well…ok.
why are you honestly prefect now. not THEN.
I am drawing...
something I haven’t done in a really long time.
The internet.
It runs our lives. Depicting the way we live. Have you noticed? Nothing can be done without the permission of facebook. Feelings are shared on Tumblr. Bitching is done on formspring. And telling people what is up is based on Twitter. I want to go back to where I would call a friend to see if they wanted to play. Where we only pushed girls on the playground when they were being mean, words...
Who am I to say you loved me at all? Who am I to...
forever a screw up.
world, I am sorry. please let that be enough.
“Love is…
a short time people too often take for granted.”
– Sonia Guy
In Your Arms.
In your arms I feel so secure nothing can harm me. but, who and i kidding? no one can protect me from myself, Inner turmoil, destroys much more than anything the world dishes out. but just for now, I’ll pretend I’m safe here, In your arms.
-Sue Ellen.
i look forward to a Christmas season with you. A million ideas, we planned them out one by one. It didn’t matter if did a single one, only that we thought of them together. The ones I thought of my own, hurt the most because I never got the chance to share them. A future, so nice and thought out, now blank and empty. A world of unknown… of missing and worry. A world of sadness that...
hearts.
I see them break all around me. It is scary how fast they heal only to be shattered once again. Friends,family,boys,dreams. How we love them, yet they constantly bring us down. Why let them heal when you know that you will just be counting down the days till the next wound to attack you. But if you don’t heal, the pieces will become smaller. and smaller until all that is left is a empty...
emmypoo:
WARNING:
Biggest cry baby and complainer you’ll ever meet, right here. I apologize ahead of time for this misfortune.
Even after all the bullshit, the pain, the lies,...
I float through each day as though I am hardly there. But I can’t seem to figure out how to return to my body.
my bellybutton is the only thing that doesn’t have an opinion in my life.
i believe in broken hearts…
your heart still works,
but you can feel it in your chest,
something is wrong.
and there goes one tear. and another. and another....
i have alot, yet no one to talk to.
I hate how much I cry. It's pathetic.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? Not only do you threaten me. You belittle me. constantly.
Who do you think you are? Can you not stand that I am happy? Because your words hurt. Youre all jerks.
Who do you think you are? It is your job to listen to me. So suck it up, It is actually a good story.
Who do you think you are? You need to move on. Because you cause constant troubles.
Who do you think you...
why can’t i seem to sleep anymore?
you.
I have been putting off posting about this. For many reasons. I haven’t had the time is the biggest one and also because I didn’t know what to say. You scared me, completely, I had no idea. I couldn’t have been more exuasted in my life, sleep was right upon me and I had to do a double take. I ended up not being able to sleep. I sat there and stared at my ceiling. staring. Maybe I...
December makes me Happy.
it’s the little things.
