I realized all my posts are whiny as all shit about guys.
Wow, I really am pathetic.

Note to self...get a life.
Think about more exciting things...like...genetics?
Crap, I am perhaps the most boring person on the planet.

I'm even making myself sleepy. -_- ciaociao.

AHHH last year in college. I swear, they said that high school is supposed to be the best years of your life. Err? And then they said college is supposed to be. I can say that I've probably had the best and worst years of my life these previous three years. I've never been so stressed, so tired and just strung out in my entire life, and I bet it ( Read more... )

I'm a planner. That's just what I am. My entire life is planned out. I know exactly what I am going to do from the moment I get back to the States until I hit my mid-life crisis. I make lists in my sleep, I am a post-it addict. I write everything down. I plan. So I'm sorry if I can't handle this. I can't handle you just dangling me on a string, ( Read more... )

Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition.
I am a poster girl with no poster.
I am 32 flavors and then some.

I'm sorry. I can't be with you. He made me remember what it felt like to be happy, to smile, and to feel absolutely gorgeous. It doesn't even matter that he took it right away, the fact that I felt it made everything we've had feel empty. Strangely empty. I'm sorry. I know that I am irrational, unforgiving and a touch on the crazy side, but this is ( Read more... )

I almost did it. I almost forgot about you. But then you had to do that. The kiss on the cheek. Should have just been a dagger in the back. I don't understand you, but then again I don't think that I am supposed to, or should even care. I was happy with my world until you came into it, now it is all shattered. Strewn across the floor of my crowded ( Read more... )

I have reached the end of my rope. I don't trust myself. I can't trust myself.
You can't be all there is. You can never be. I'm sorry.

someone help me before I ruin my life.

you're losing me.
hurry back before i'm gone.

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
And I remember the day you told me it's over

I wanted more than this
I needed more than this
I could use of more than this
But it just won't stop
It just won't go away

Ladies and Gents, let me present to you exhibit A. Exhibit A is a female who has found a boy who treats her like a princess, deals with her insanity, and even after she drives him nuts, still thinks she is da bomb, to put it lightly. But she doesn't know if she wants him. EH ( Read more... )