flood

I just remembered how pissed I was. How pissed I am.
Get your priorities in order.
Or you'll end up alone.
Broken into a million pieces.
And no one is going to be around to put you back together.

randoms

I am so overdramatic. Was I always like this?
Not only am I overdramatic, I'm overanalytical! And so sensitive.
This is a problem.

It's funny how things can seem like such a huge deal at the moment, and bring you way down. But in retrospect, it really is not a big deal. I should learn to take things more at face value rather than analyzing the shit out of everything, and looking for the "deeper meaning". Sometimes, there is no "deeper meaning".

Thanksgiving isn't as wonderful as I remember.

My uncle asked over the whole dinner table if I had a boyfriend. And my aunt got all embarrassed, as if that was a very inappropriate question. I didn't actually mind the question. I just minded my answer.

I need to have more faith in the people around me. As long as I'm the best version of myself, I'll be fine.

Ok, preparing for Thanksgiving part deux.

lame

It sucks when you think someone cares about you "this" much, when they really care about you "this" much.

pitter patter

If I have high hopes and great expectations, but doubt their ability to come true, does that make me an idealist? or realist?

glasgow

Why is it that the ones that want us, we don't want, and the ones we want, never want us?

you'll be in my heart

good morning

I tell everyone that my favorite color is orange. But Its not. Its actually green.

jeniffer

Everything is a jumbled mess. A million thoughts are running through my head, yet I can't seem to muster up a single coherent thought. I have so much to say, yet nothing to say.
My plan was to look back at my blog to remember what I was going though at whatever time in my life. But at this rate, I will just look back and be utterly confused. Even I won't remember what I was talking about. Ambiguity is overrated. But to write about what I really feel, things I'm actually going through. That would be way too vulnerable for my comfort. Still, I've always admired those with the balls to write about their actual problems. It makes for the most beautiful writing. Maybe I should take it step by step. A good start would probably be to start using my own words.

here, there, and everywhere

We drew the lines in the sand. We looked down at it and smiled, both understood. Then the tide picked up, and the waves washed those lines away. And we're left confused, right where we started.

for no one

Your day breaks, your mind aches, you find that all her words of kindness linger on when she no longer needs you. And in her eyes, you see nothing. No signs of love behind the tears cried for no one. A love that should have lasted years. You stay home, she goes out. She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone. She doesn't need him. You want her, you need her, and yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead. You think she needs you.

hey love

Well in case you never noticed, the path you never chose has chosen you.