New Favorite DOL's

Sure I miss the kissing and the sex. But most of all, I miss being adored.

In my daydreams, you always get the hero role. I don’t know why—you were far from the hero in my real life.

I’m so misearble without you, it’s like you’re still here.

I try to get lost in my dreams. Then, maybe I’ll find you.

You like mustard on your hot dogs and can’t sleep without a fan. But other than that I still don’t know who you are.

For someone who “cares,” you’re doing a really good imitation of someone who doesn’t care.

She ruined you, then you ruined me. I hope I was the last in line, because I don’t want this mayhem instilled on anyone else.

I should have known when you avoided my camera that we’d never be picture perfect.

Too bad you didn’t come with instructions.

You don’t bring me flowers anymore. But then, you never did.

I wait for my roommates to leave so I can be alone when I think of you and play the piano.

SUMMER OH NINE

I cannot express how ready and excited I am.

LOL

I spelt "urk" two differnt ways last post. ;)

Welp. This week has not been good. I'm just not in a good place. I'm ready for this slump to be over.

Welp.

I'm urked right now. I'm an abundance of emotions. I'm sad because I miss my boyfriend. I see him everyday, but we haven't hung out in too long. I'm excited because I am officially visiting MY BREEZY this summer!! I'm irked by people. People who think my world revolve around them, people who think they're the shit, people who piss me off for kicks and giggles. I just want to go to sleep and wake up in a couple of months.

Hey, life, you're too much to handle sometimes.

I find it funny

how a few words or finding something out can spark a complete revolution. Let me just say that I haven't felt this way in a LONG TIME and I don't like it.



Oooooh... mysterious...
My posts are often so vague so you anonymous blog readers out there can remain wondering about the intricacies my life. ;)

PostSecret

Literally, perfect this week. You are good to me, PostSecret.

Also, I have drawn a conclusion. I generally dislike you. I don't like the way you regard me now after everything that has happened, I don't like how you have seemingly forgotten everything, I don't like how everything turned out. The funny thing is, I know I don't dislike you at all, I just really wish I did because I hate what you do.

More Nostalgia

I just spent the last hour looking through eighth grade pictures. My heart just aches. Every picture just brought back a flood of memories and it was so overwhelming. I haven't thought about eighth grade this much since, like, the first day of summer before freshman year. AKA the day after eighth grade graduation. I had so many people to lean on. I was surrounded by so much love. What happened? I remember sitting with Mr. Reed in San Deigo and him telling me what I deserve. I remember crying with Ashley Swazey on the beach. I remember Ashley, Michelle, Sami, Merritt... those girls were my rocks. I remember staying up all night with Michelle, talking to boys. I remember thinking I was at the peak of my maturity. I remember realizing what love is at humanities camp. I remember being accepted. I remember loving with my whole heart. I remember thinking heartbreak would kill me. I remember being friends with everyone. The highest and lowest points of my life thus far were in eighth grade, and it's insane to me how much has changed since then. Does anyone else remember? Or is it just me?

I love how my two most recent posts are about my future and my past. Whud up, symbolism of my life?

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Can I jsut fast-forward two years and be here please?

"Brick walls are there for a reason. They give us a chance to prove how badly we want something."

I'm excited to prove myself. Bring it on, bitches.