Oh Livejournal, how I've missed you so. I just scrolled through entries and was so amused by the things I've written and my way of expression. I love it. Everytime I read old entries, I love them more and more. I don't write so much anymore and I miss it. I miss expressing myself with total honesty and without caring who read. I love my ( Read more... )

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Don't be angry when you read this....IF you read this. And...if you ARE angry.....GOOD ( Read more... )

STOP. You need to stop being perfect. Everyday, you do something even more amazing than you did the day before. Every sweet little thing you do...it adds up. The smaller it is, the more it is beautiful and the more I love you. Cookies make me think of you and I hate it. I hate that I love you. I love you.

SO...Zachariah and I are singing at a wedding this week. I'm going to call it...well it doesn't matter because we definitely decided NOT to take up a carreer in wedding entertainment. So, somewhere between Ever Stays Red and Sanctus Real, he found time to perform with ME. Or...practice anyway. 'Bout DANG TIME! No, I'm kidding. He's a great brother ( Read more... )

So I definitely got personally invited into the ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS tour bus by a Mr. Tyson Ritter. It was cozy. More to come....Pictures will be posted soon.

It was for sure the greatest thing ever.

Put up a wall and leave it up. Share your secrets with no one...not even yourself. If YOU know them, you're bound to let them seep out somehow. You'll think it's safe where or with whom you are leaving those unpublished thoughts. TRUTH: You are never safe, and your closet knowledge and theories are sure to be unveiled.I share my secluded ( Read more... )

All-American Rejects on Wednesday???

I don't want to go alone.

I mean...I AM...but I'd rather have company.

Happy not so much turkey day.
Spending time with the niece...sisters....madre. Good times.

Not so much good times yesterday. You find that people are always letting you be right about all you know they'll do to you and all you know they'll be. You find that people always stab you in the back and belittle you to nothing with no remorse.

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Somewhere in my heart of hearts I know there's a man that died for ME...His name is Jesus and I love Him. I am a hypocrite. I claim a title that doesn't suit the life I lead. I am constantly disappointed in myself for my lack of good character and recent lack of moral standards. I am not a fake. I am not proud of who I am, but I will not hide it ( Read more... )