today's the day when dreaming ends. a little part of me doesn't want to go, but i won't miss the job much, just the people. i'll get another job. i'll get another paycheck. in the meantime i have a small vacation inbetween.

thats what you get for trying to suspend my wendy, you bitches.

despite my sudden unexplainable drop in mood at the moment, life is extremely and incredibly perfect. my parents are really turning around to the way they see him. letting him drive the car is one big step, even if it is around the corner to repark. they don't accuse me of anything. they've gained trust in me again. i even have a new vibrant ( Read more... )

the end of every night is just so perfect. it leaves me dying for more. life is so completely perfect now, nothing is going wrong, and i'm not going to let it go wrong. damnit, i love everything. i can hardly see through it all i'm so happy. life is so great, i could cry, literally break down and CRY it's so good. this is the happiest i've ever ( Read more... )

weeks like this show me that there really is a reason to keep my chin up, that there's more to life then what you think might be laid out for you, or what seems to be in the future. i love when it's us, and i've said that a million times i know, but as cliche and overplayed as the line may be i understand it. the most infinite moments are the ones ( Read more... )

i love it when it's only us in his bed in his room, arm in arm, hand in hand, under the blankets where we will be. i love sitting next to him alone in the movies, and tracing his silhouette with my eyes. he's so perfect in every moment, and the movie screen lights hit his face. when he turns from the movie to catch me staring at him, the way his ( Read more... )

my nose isn't that big, i guess. i'm almost 18- only a year and a half. you ate all my candies, but my fan still works. one best friend goes on dates with me, and the other i'm dating. does that make sense? maybe not. my favorite accessory is a blue-dotted bandana. all the good times come in spectacular surprise. sometimes i wonder if it's only me ( Read more... )

i hate how when i have the most to say, no one is listening. when i try to tell you how i'm feeling through my eyes, you're never looking. despite the breaking glass you can see, you only see the exterior, you never dig deep enough into the gateways of my soul to tell what's either wrong or right. i look at you so deep for so long, and in my head i ( Read more... )

wrapped in you is all my security. the distance that sometimes sees its way between us is my insecurity. the redbeats in the palms of your warm reassuring hands is my heart, that euphoric feeling burning through you is all my love. when i begin to feel small again, like the world has taken it's hands and slowly pushed me to minimum capacity, the ( Read more... )

finally it's over with, i've completely met her, and i know her from experience at least somewhat. parts of tonight made me hesitant to feel anything good at first, but then it just eased itself and the parts the caught me by surprise soon proved to be for the better. it makes it easier on me, i guess you could say. and i finally feel content with ( Read more... )

i don't care that i've written my heart out ten times today, it still burns. i just want to fly away from it all, spread my broken wings and get away from this. i'd go across the ocean and land on my own island with a broken cd player and half-dead batteries, and live as long as it lasted. then i could take my abandoned raft to familiar places with ( Read more... )