If anybody would have asked me my top priorities at any point within the past six months I would have instantly said Laura-Ashley and Dear Sir ( Read more... )

I found an old Shelby mix yesterday. It's funny how many songs on the mix are on my ipod's playlist right now. I have post-Shelby syndrome, where I have to re-discover all the songs that she's already given me and convince myself I found them on my own ( Read more... )

My heart leaks all over the United States.

There's a lot to say but no way to say it. I can't be a writer if this happens as often as I express myself.

Life is good.

Emily is an awesome best friend.

I love cookies.

Anyway.

edit. Don't want to talk about that now.

I'm glad shoplifting is so easy.

I hate myself when I get vocally frustrated. I sound like my mom and it makes me want to ( Read more... )

Things I like ( Read more... )

Livejournal.

I'm grounded.

I'm going to go make some oatmeal cookies.

This journal is filled with so many pieces of the past ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel totally incapable of expressing myself, yet I'm filled with useless metaphors and literary devices that have become such a huge part of me that I fail to realize when I use them anymore.

It's hard for me to accept people as real lately. The lines are so blurred. I'm meeting people on the internet that I seem to care about more ( Read more... )