Friday, November 27, 2009

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.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

lame

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

Monday, November 16, 2009

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?

Friday, November 13, 2009

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








Tuesday, November 10, 2009

good morning

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

Sunday, November 8, 2009

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.

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