I miss your pretty eyes and the way you used to hold my hand; and a distinct aroma. Distinct aroma of your house. And family ( Read more... )

Because I can't even really be upset enough. Lol, really as crazy as it is I think its just an automatic defense mechanism. (Thank you T&M) Everytime I want to be upset, everytime I really want to trip, my mind won't let myself. Sometimes I want to care more than anything in the world, but my mind won't let me put myself out there in vain ( Read more... )

In my life I have never, ever been affected by an audience when I was on stage. I have never worried about who was in the audience. In fact, I have always loved an audience because, it is by their applause, that you can judge your performance. Or, to speak more properly, it is their reaction ( Read more... )

I can't wait until I can get my fingers to stop wanting fire off texts everytime I think of you. It's ridiculous. The day probably is soon but then I think I put it the best the other night. How can I stop when you never did ( Read more... )

I never thought the day would come where even in all the successes I have, I wouldn't feel adequate. I never thought that despite all of things I have gone through, I'd be so pathetically strung up ( Read more... )

I promise I do. But it's not anymore and being older and wiser and more mature says so. We're too old to pretend anymore. We're not ready. And I honestly believe that that rushing something, even if it might be supposed to happen, can ruin it. I don't know how to impart that. What can I do even? When I spell it out verbally it is understood but my ( Read more... )

First, no matter what I've done, I am somebody. I have come along way on my own sweat and blood. I continue to strive for success daily because that is the only way I will become what I am capable of. I live a life for me.

To sum it up, exam week=14 hours of sleep in four days. Not a good average. Add that to receiving really bad news, seeing the ( Read more... )

8:11 (Already Taken on the Radio ( Read more... )

 8:16

I am a very bad blogger. I realize this. It didn't really seem to be very popular but then I forgot it was more for me anyway...and I need it now so back to the grind stone.

The last month has been crazy. I've been working like a slave (nothing meant by it) and I've been living a little. Hanging out with a few old friends (none of the ones I ( Read more... )

8:36 (Rude boy on the Radio ( Read more... )