Instead, let me sum up the entry I just highlight-deleted ( Read more... )

I will never tell you that I love(d) you
And I will never tell myself
So maybe that means it's not true

But I was always terrible at lying
And if you can't see it, anyway
You have got to be blind

Here's my romantic thought for the month, said as un-romantically as possible, lest anyone dare think I'm romantic or schmoopy in any way ( Read more... )

It's like bad French, every time I think about this.
It could be unbelievably beautiful--but instead, every word stings, every breath toxic with defeat.

I read my Jan. 28th entry again.

And I did cry.

01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you ( Read more... )

These things never work for me.

What You Really Think Of Your Friends

Anna is your soulmate.
You truly love Annie.
You consider Matt your true friend.
You know that Leslie is always thinking of you.
You'll remember Christina for the rest of your life.
You secretly think Zach is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.
You secretly ( Read more... )

These are the only Jelly Bellies I ever purchase, and which just happen to be sitting in a baggie next to me:

Dr. Pepper
Pear
Plum
Cafe Latte
Chocolate Pudding
Toasted Marshmallow
Cinnamon Toast

The bottom three make a nice s'mores combo-belly. The rest are just plain yummy.

I miss him.

Sadly, all our Formal pictures were from far, far into the night, a good twelve hours after I'd showered and had my hair done that morning, a good five hours after we'd started drinking, and a good six hours after we'd gotten snazzily dressed.

So, behold the single best of the available pictures with such statuses wearing upon us.

( We were hawt before this, I swear. )

ANGST AND ZOMBIES.