I need you stop making my heart hurt.
It's not okay with me anymore.
I'm tired of it being like this.
It's the most terrible feeling in the world.

Ahhhhhhhhh! This has turned into chaos. Weaving a webbing of lies makes one stories get more and more complicated and the parents are starting to be curious. Scary. Pray this all works out... Which it will, but now I'm stressed and worried...

I'm bothered.

If tears would make this better, I'd cry.
And I'm not going to lie, I'm not sorry.
But they won't, so I'm not going to cry.
And sorry doesn't mean anything to me.

Well, Spring Break was definetly a needed break. *I know I spelled definetly wrong, but it just doesn't work for me. My mother can't spell the word vacuum, and I can't spell definetly. Life goes on*. We ended up having to fly out a few days later because of the weather. The whole Eastern Seaboard was shut down. Boston, New York-upstate and the city ( Read more... )

I've reached the conclusion...

a good phone call
lots of tears
brutal honesty
real friends
giving of yourself
being done with fear
curiosity
geniune boys

make the bad days okay...

Today, I learned to love someone I never thought I could love. I'm happier for it. I didn't know I had this in my heart. I feel a little warmer, a little softer, a little more hopeful. I feel like I understand this other boy a little bit more. It's amazing what a little touch of love, a lot of tears and some serious reflection can do to a person. ( Read more... )

Why can't you listen when I need to talk? Do you know how much I long to hear your voice? Just to lay on my bed and dream of what could never happen because I'm not smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough? Do you know about that dream I have? To hug you and to never let go! I want to be in your embrace... today, tomorrow, forever. I miss loving ( Read more... )

I hate christmas.
I hate my family.
I like my puppy.
I'm dead tired.
I want to sleep now.
I hate christmas.
A LOT.
Why is my brother such a pain the butt?
Why is Madeline the perfect child?
BAH.

Sometimes all you need after a 6 hour shift is 7 pieces of pizza. I feel much better now. :)