i hate goodbyes i hate hellos.
why are the bottoms always the ends and the tops are the middles.
i don't even understand the things that we do.
the summer is ending big chunks of it are over i am sad.

it's pretty weird talking to old loves that are still real loves about sleeping in the garden and eating roses and sweaters and relationships and potential summer visits and missing.
i sound so emo when i talk about love but it's actually real feelings, what what!
loneliness is a disease and my life is an island.

telling people that are really amazing that you like them and having it result in strange feelings and jokes and saying things like i usually run away from girls and yeah there's definitely attraction but i'm not really all about anything leaves you feeling really weak but trying to be really strong. i guess i should shut the fuck up and feel lucky ( Read more... )

crushing. CRUSH. restrictions. MEH.

i'm so sad at people who make me feel like dirt.
horses, children, outside, money.
this will be my summer.
solitary. simple.

hey i wish it was you here and that it was tuesday night like in this song and that my uterus didn't hurt.
but the raindrops are nice and big and i love that my sister is here.
i think the sleep pockets under my eyes are going to my head and feeling it with bad poison.

today, i loved the salvador dali exhibit: the texture and intricacy was so nice.

my heart is a black bird that likes to fly ( Read more... )

shit!
why is everything happening to quickly?
england, friends, college, camp for the kids..

time, come back!!!
(i'll be home in a week. call me then and come see me before i go to school!).

tomorrow morning it's off to england.

i'll miss you, lovely life.
send me emails: rcompton@wildmail.com

bye pretties.