"You're not like other girls" is quite possibly the best compliment I've ever been given. 

I hate your dumb, stupid, vipid face more then I should. 
Dumb ass. 

 One of the things I really look forward to, in terms of moving out, getting married and starting a family is the prospect of having real, busy, joyous holiday dinners. I can't wait to clean, cook and feed the people I love. I think there's something so sweet in that concept. Ive never experienced it, but I really cant wait for it to happen ( Read more... )

 My heart is about to explode ( Read more... )

 Severely slacking on any sort of updates is the general theme of this post ( Read more... )

 I've been reflecting lately on my life, where I am, who I am and all of my regrets ( Read more... )

 
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Today Mark called for shits and two sentences into our conversation he stops me mid-sentence and tells me I sound depressed. I then may or may not have cried a little and then felt exponentially better.

He may not be perfect, but that boy really does know me.

 I knew that Mass would be tough. How could it not be.

I was trying to distract myself by the silver clouds flying by outside of the window the entire time the Priest was speaking (or rather monotonously rambling), but all I could think of was how unfair this is. Its not like Chris and I were great friends, but the kid had something about him. ( Read more... )

 I keep randomly breaking down into tears. 
Absolutely unreal.