:) life, you are good. that is all.

real cute how you couldn't say something to my face, or talk to me about something, and instead post it and expect me to find it later. I love being kept in the dark and kept out of people's lives. sweeet deal. I'm not in to petty, high school bull-shit livejournal wars, but maybe by the time you find it you'll have grown some balls and talked to ( Read more... )

Fucking agitated. I tried to be a good, bigger person. Apparently that was "wrong". This is so fucked up, it's not even funny. You put up this facade, and yet everything I can even recall you saying has been a fabrication or play on the truth. I have lied for you how many times? And yet apparently that means nothing. I've had your back, and yet one ( Read more... )

Your life is comprised of such a wide array of memories; good ones, bad ones, upsetting ones. We live day by day creating moments that are so vividly engrained within us that it's hard to decide the difference between what has since passed and what is currently in front of our very faces. We are distinguished by our memories, slowly transforming ( Read more... )

All I wanted was a "please stay, don't go",
and instead I got a "goodbye".
I don't fucking understand poetic justice.

fuck it.

Free. Unbound by everything, and unleashed to the world as a girl born anew. I'm moving forward, and on to bigger and better things.

And you know what? I couldn't be more excited.

I hate not knowing what I want. I hate drunk texting. I hate telling people no, when I wanna say yes.

But on a positive note, I love french toast. Which I have a plethora of.

:) yayy. neighhh.

I love the feeling of butterflies in your tummy. (: the good kind of butterflies.

I think I've made a mistake. And I don't really know how to correct it. :/

I love you a lot. :)

<3