You're too nice and fun and silly and I hate what is happening between us.  I peel layers of thin skin off of my lips with my teeth so you might not want to kiss them so much.  I'm slipping into old habits, being coaxed to remember the Golden Days of my summer with you, and trying to remind myself that this is only temporary.

If all's well that ends well, and the same logic applies when the ending is shit, then I'm sorry we were even friends to begin with.

What can I say about what didn't happen?

Only that I regret it.

Rereading the last chapter in 1984 is terrifying.  I don't cry about the politics, I bawl because I'm so caught up in whether or not Winston and Julia are still in love.  Feverishly I flip the pages looking for an answer, but it seems to say nothing except for the obvious you will die no matter what you do and I can't help but hate myself for being ( Read more... )

I found my old converses shoved in the back of my closet today, in a more decent state than I thought I'd left them.  I made a few stitches here and there to fully restore their wear-ability (by "fully restored" I mean they no longer have split heels).  My stereo today has been back and forth between the Shins and the Dead Man's Tape ( Read more... )

Why do I take so many liberties with other people's feelings?  Lately I'm even having trouble convincing myself of my good intentions.

+ Egg-Drop lab
+ Future Cookies
- Mood Swings
- Bad first impressions

Stay tuned, avid readers!  Whether or not these pluses and minuses cancel each other out may be explained in upcoming livejournal entries.

Today at my concert I started tearing up during the Mendelssohn Overture because I was so distressed thinking about what happened a whole year ago.  This is a typical teenage girl livejournal entry.  What do you expect from me, livejournal?  I am a typical teenage girl after all.

Also Important:  I was trapped in a cemetery yesterday which was ( Read more... )

Today I went outside and rode a tornado all the way to Oz and had tea and crumpets with Dorothy and the Wizard. We chatted for a while and threw rocks at the Wicked Witch of the West when she sent her flying monkeys after us. We were only trying to nap in the poppy field, who could blame us for that.

I did not tiptoe around my house alone all day ( Read more... )

I've bitten my nails down to the hyponychium. It hurts to touch things.