So I've found The One.
The one guy in this world who is that guy.
Or I think he is.

Time will only tell.

I've always found it easier to just believe in things that seem magical enough to be true. Sometimes I just don't like to accept reality, and that makes things easier for me to accept. I don't mean to shut out a lot of people, but it's just what I do. I know I have this ridiculous fairy tale in my head and I know that it's not something that a ( Read more... )

 So that new guy ( Read more... )

I need to keep in mind that I am lactose intolerant ( Read more... )

It's like having two big brothers, only not having two big brothers. 
There's this constant need to make me miserable, criticize every guy I might be interested in.
And vice versa.

I sprained my ankle on Friday after playing tackle football with men. 
It's bad.
But he picked me up and whispered "Are you okay?"

I sprained my ankle yesterday from playing tackle football with guys ( Read more... )

I really didn't mean to screw with your head.

But the more we talked, the more I fell for you.
Because you are just that perfect guy who matches me perfectly. 
If only you didn't seem so shallow and such a manwhore, then things would work out perfectly.

And if I wasn't me, and you weren't you.

 I need to come home. I need to be home because I don't know how much more I can take of all this ( Read more... )

I like how there's no double-spacing when it comes to blogging. In all honesty, I hate double-spacing. I hate how it looks after I write an awesome research paper. I hate how the complication of the literature is degraded and ends up looking so, I don't know...uncomplicated, spaced out. It's like writing on wide ruled paper instead of college ruled ( Read more... )

I really don't understand why people need to feel included, accepted. I cannot understand why Emma is so upset that the 'reason' why she wasn't invited to go to Puerto Rico is because everyone else thinks it'll be awkward between her and her last hookup. And why does she have to bite my head off when I try to explain to her that she wasn't invited ( Read more... )