You spit when you compliment me; I bathe in the sentiment. You cross your fingers when you promise me; I welcome the thought. You laugh when you're serious; well, I'm shy for your smile.

I hate you, but I'm such a sucker for your equivocal flattery.
And I loathe you, but I'll still live for you to validate me.

There are moments that I desire nothing more than to have hundreds of blank canvases in front of me, awaiting the touch of a brush.

But my main fear is, what if my art is empty, blank and white, forever stuck in an impossible beginning?

I really dislike when guys try to guilt me into going on date-like situations with them.
Because it's reallllly hard for me to say no.
And be nice about it.

And then if I end up going, I always feel wicked awkward.

Maybe I should just be happy that people care.
Hmm.

I wish I was better at handling these things.

"lovin the profile you have. ur cute and u like some good music.
i'd love to chat with you sometime.
don't be shy.

Alan"

Please, please, please don't be a creeper. Because you are really attractive. But your message fuckin' creeps me out.
Whyyyyyyyyyy. I wish I could get someone to do a background check on him for me. But our only mutual friend is Tiff ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just want to pack up and leave.
Make a new life somewhere else where no one knows me and follow my dreams.

I EFFIN' LOVE MY OLD ROOMMATE ( Read more... )

There are times where I really need to step away from my life.

I had a good weekend.

I love my friends.

Nothing could make me forget that twisted smile; an instant conversion.

I thought the pieces had been brought together, but alas, they are just dropping swiftly, falling farther and farther apart. . .

I just found out my ex and former flame is coming to town this weekend and I might do something very, very naughty.

Please stop or encourage me.

;)