I'll have you know...


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Please don't look too much into my previous post.

Shortly after writing it, I got my period, so all the insecurities, emotions, anger, and curiosities were explained.

Just sayin'.

Aside from the rare stomach cartwheel, I find it odd to admit that life is good.
Pretty damn good.
My family is superclose, like always.
The poodles are well.
Progress is being made in taming the kitten.
My circle of friends is smaller, but closer.
School is... fun.
My relationship with Anthony is really great. The distance isn't as daunting as it was. ( Read more... )

Take a good look...


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The boy loves me.

He tells me why every single night.

In detail.

He's sincere.

And he says the perfect things.

He says I'm his ideal girl.

The boy loves me.

Now why can't I see it? And why can't I appreciate it? 
I pray that God lets me.

I'm such a stupid girl when you're around.

I am so damn gullible.

It's disgusting, really.

You bring out the worst in me.

And I hate it.

I'm sick of you.

This is an amazing scripture:

[ 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 ]

"Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size [abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks, heartache]. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become!"

God, heal my heart. I can't do it alone. Help me to not be ( Read more... )

What a big bbbaaabbbyyy!

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When I read that note in your mailbox, I got so sad and so scared and so angry, that I just stopped caring.

Even if it wasn't what it seemed, it made me realize a lot.

And that made me sad and scared and angry too.

Now I don't care if you're upset. I don't care if you're sad. I don't care if you're hurt.

Because you never cared when I was.

I never knew ( Read more... )