My sister Jessica has always been a good influence on me. Seeing Jessica doing well in school and in life as a person and seeing all the benefits that she has retained from being good at both of these things, made me want to follow in her footprints as a child as well as a teenager. I believe that in trying to be like her throughout my a childhood ( Read more... )

the cutting room floor must be an amazing whirlwind of literature, because thats where all my thoughts have collected.

i also wish i remembered where the happy medium of caring too much and not caring at all was.

the coincidences in my life are movie-like. i wonder how this film will end though.

in other news, these past couple entries are refering to a matter of my heart strings. please dont flatter yourself. boom.

 i hate the feeling when you wake up with that sad, heavy pit in your stomach, thinking that you have absolutely no reason to get out of bed.

 i feel as if i have matured so much lately. im not the girl who is going to keep crawling back. ive been there, done that, got the t-shirt and it doesnt fit. this is the last time i am going to be let down. people have changed, and the past should stay exactly where it is. i have too much to offer for someone who cant appreciate it. all this lovin ( Read more... )

the cool breeze just woke me up. 
it feels like fall and i love it.
ellen taught me how to knit and im making scarves.
the fact that i have no paying job at the moment (not for lack of trying) is stressing me out beyond belief.
my heart aches deeply.

i just want to get on the highway and drive and drive before the weather gets too cold. something about the freeway gives me the illusion of infinite possiblies. as the yellow dashes in the pavement rush by the window and the faint scent of fall creeps in, the idea of a fresh start fills me. this season yanks and tugs at my heart strings everytime ( Read more... )

but memories from a year ago, seem like yesterday.

i get such an uneasy feeling when i get into a good book. what a weird feeling it is to be drawn into something that has no life, but just simple words on pages of paper. it kind of astounds me. how someone can string together such beautiful statements really makes me jealous beyond words. its so bittersweet when i fall in love with a piece of ( Read more... )

i've got the worst strep throat and a huge crush.