February 2012
2 posts
Fun stuff.
A confession. No holds barred (is that the expression? Probably not). I probably won’t leave this up for very long, if I post it at all. It’s not so much for people to see, it’s more for me to get this all out of my mind and down on paper (by which I mean, a computer screen, because paper often gets misplaced and falls into the wrong hands). So, here it goes. This weekend, I think that I...
So your married now?
Oh my god that’s so funny, but you know what you already told me so why dont you just rub it in my face even more because that’s what i want to hear so bad is how you’re married oh my god why do you my lord i can’t believe i just sat there through all of that my goodness.
January 2012
1 post
2 tags
The play I wanted to write for class
Me: So what was that all about anyway?
You: I had feelings for you.
Me: Please don't lie.
You: Why would I be lying?
Me: Because that's absolutely ridiculous. Look around. Why would you choose me over any of these girls?
You: (shrugging) I don't know. I felt something with you.
Me: Really? Then prove it. Because I don't see how on earth you could possibly -
You: (lean in to kiss me)
Me: What are you doing? This is the middle of school. Anyone could walk in including teachers and why would you even -
You: (kiss me anyway, I shut up, and enjoy the kiss) Now do you believe me?
Me: (I kiss you again)
July 2011
2 posts
Every once in a while, I get a little stab of that...
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had...
May 2011
8 posts
It's funny how I analyzed my 2 blogs and they were...
Draft One
There’s something I need to tell you.
I like you. A lot. I could go into crazy metaphors and explanations, but I don’t want to embarrass myself any more than I probably already am. So to put it simply, I guess I’ll just say that I like you.
I honestly have no idea how you are going to feel about this. If you don’t feel the same way, I’m really sorry for making...
I'm sorry I was okay with kissing you. I didn't...
I'm starting to feel sad again. I don't like it.
I don’t know why, I just feel awful. Maybe the physical issues are making me have mental ones too? Or maybe I’m just tired of everything.
It’s almost summer. It needs to be good. I can’t have another bad summer.
I'm terrified of not being able to be in my...
Dancing is one of those things that has always seemed stable in my life. No matter what was going on, there would always be dance class at the same time every week. And the recital was the big finale, the thing that always proved that yes, we pulled it all together for another year and everything went fine.
I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t be in it this year. I...
I hate when I feel bad about myself, because then...
You know that something's wrong when hearing that...
Good thing I can handle things, right?
Clearly not. I’m a mess. Isn’t that obvious seeing as I created a secret tumblr to vent all my issues? Especially seeing as there’s not much I refrain from saying on my normal one. I’m just so sick of everything. Sick of it all. This past year has probably been the hardest ever (even harder than eighth grade which is saying a lot) and I just really wish things would...
April 2011
1 post
Sometimes it's just so hard.
I’m not ready to be friends. Because I honestly have no idea what’s going on, and until I figure that out, I don’t think I can handle making things better. I guess we’ll just have to wait. I don’t know how long it will take.
Possibly forever.
February 2011
5 posts
Sometimes, I just wish that someone would notice.
Dear You,
I just can’t help myself from falling back into liking you. I wish I didn’t have to be all secretive about it. I have this feeling that you are the person I will always go back to, and it scares me a little bit to think that I will most likely never be with you.
Love, me
I told everyone I hurt my wrist falling on ice. ...
It really bothers me that you're closer with my ex...
I know I never really explained what happened. But I’m sure that at least you know I was sick. You witnessed what a mess I was. If I didn’t have enough of me for myself, how was I supposed to give part of me to someone else?
I wish that you could sympathize with me, and understand that this whole situation hurt me too. And I wish you wouldn’t quote him on tumblr. I miss how...
Here it is.
hopefully no one will ever see this.