My hands were violently shaking. I’ve never been on this side of the conversation before. My heart is pounding so loud, “what did you do?” he asked, in the exact tone my parents use. I knew what I had to say, but all I could hear was “I did all the things I hate, I became the girl I despise, I broke every promise I’ve ever made, and I took your ( Read more... )

if there were an award for best at fucking up, i'd get it... hands down.

Slowly you take the longest drag I’ve ever seen. I’m somewhat amused by the white paper quickly burning away. I hate smoking, but you make it look sexy, and mysterious; however, I know you’re the only one that can make it actually look cool. I’d love to show you to those “truth” people making all those anti-smoking commercials.  I could see you in ( Read more... )

i wish we knew what we have, how lucky we actually are.. that some people actually eat peaches to the core, instead of throwing them out with plenty of good peach left. i wish people would come out of the idea that the world is their playground. that the only problems worth talking about are the ones they have. some problems are better left ( Read more... )

usually i hate drunk phone calls. sometimes they're ok, but for the most part, they're annoying, and as are the people doing the calling. but somehow you make them cool, and sexy. the way you talk to me, and the way you say "i love you" and regardless of whether you mean it, it makes me happy. everything about you is “cool.” I’m not exactly sure ( Read more... )

i love the sun.

spring break has been lovely, yet i'm ready to return, i'm sure i'll be kicking myself for saying this once school has started and the excitement of seeing everyone has died down... but whatevs.

...i miss you..<3

As I helped myself out of the car, I checked to be sure I had all of my belongings. I did, (sigh), the automatic doors opened, and the sound of travel was buzzing in my ears. I scanned the names of the all the airlines until my eyes caught the dull ‘USA3000” sign. I pulled my bag over, and began to pull my id out, so that when they needed more ( Read more... )

I love looking at pictures. I love to put myself in the place that I was once in, remembering each memory, every smile, every pose, they all have stories behind them. Sometimes I lose those smiles. I’ll gently run my fingers across my pictures, retracing my happiness, and hoping to suck it back in. my favorite one is of you and I. do you remember ( Read more... )

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My lips hurt- I bite them when I get nervous- actually, bite is an understatement, I tear them apart. I like the way the blood tastes, and it takes my mind off the situation which is causing me to be nervous in the first place. I hate taking medicine, it makes me shake, and it’s an unusually touchy subject for me, it shouldn’t be, but when my mom ( Read more... )