I'm getting a piano for graduation.

hmmmmyes.

I am really not down for being a smoker anymore ( Read more... )

This is so hard ( Read more... )

Our last conversation scares me ( Read more... )

we touched hands.
but only for a moment.
warm glass plates for hands.
and forks and knives for fingers.
I beg my body the main course.

He has a gf.
I'll leave it alone.
but I can't.
but I must.
but I won't.
whata bitch.

people suck sooo bad.
I'm getting fucking tired of it.
I'm tired of you.

Take it slow.
Enjoy it.

nothing is better than nervous smiles and glances.
slightly touching but pretending not to notice.
teasing.
tickling.
enthusiasm.
singing together.

the cuteness is insane.

It sucks when you realize even your own friends can't really see YOU.
But it's funny when the most random people can.
It's no ones fault but my own of course though.

I did it again.
I was blinded by my own imagination.

I started falling.
Getting weak.
Caught up in negativity.

And this is the part where I retore all strength.
Right and Ready.
Bringing it on.

I can take it.

Oh holy Hell.

I'm fucking up real bad in so many ways.

And I am purely freaked out.
state of drawn out panic.
This is really no fun.

And I am thinking I'm really gonna get fucked over hard.
this may even be it.

I feel sick.