Kiss me once and then insistently call me a whore.  What are you trying to do?

What if I don't want to be that strong and resilient girl you think I am and all I want to do is curl up with someone who knows me (good and bad) and just cry because it's all gotten to be too much.

I wish my little mind would stop reeling so I could get some sleep. I'm going to crash & burn real quick but it's totally worth it. I wish I wasn't such a responsible adult - I'd be on the first plane out of here and crashing on Tabby's floor.

Fine. Fine! I'm sure all the people who I haven't talked to in a year are wondering what the hell I'm doing with myself. And the people who i do talk to are bitching at me cuz I never update. Anyways. On to the last 8 months of my life ( Read more... )

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But you can call me alum.

Warm summer night. Country concert. It rained the same, my hair dried the same. Between that and the dream I had where you held me and kissed me like we were "trying it again" all over again I'm having a hard time ( Read more... )

i am open-minded!


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I am not a pretty girl.

Who the fuck was I trying to fool?