My mother says it is my passion as a writer that makes it so hard for me to let go. Though, I think it is the two years that stands out. It is going to take longer than two months to forget about him, and even longer to get over it. First loves are always like that, it seems. However, I have chosen to forget in the most unconventional way ever; writing it all out in novel form. He couldn’t...
“Your like a hurricane. You come blowing in and you know all the boards I put on my windows? Yeah, you just break them down and keep poking around until you swallow me up. A hurricane.” I have found the subject of my novel.
He compared me to a tornado. Said that every time I made an appearance in his life I messed “things” up, that I mixed up his emotions and his thoughts and made quick movement of drawing all of his attention. It wasn’t until he claimed this that I admitted it myself as well. I was a tornado. Every time I made the journey to face him eye-to-eye I was subconsciously sabotaging him to pay attention to...
a2+ b2= c2 a= you b= me Tell me; what does c equal?
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good on my collar. Funny, I do wish I was a little bit taller.</end of random blog>
I pray that things will go better than they are. I find my mind racing at the most inappropriate times which automatically disappoints me. Being supergirl is harder than it looks.
WHY WHY WHY AM I ALWAYS RIGHTTTTT!!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Drop It Like It's Hot
I clicked on my backup breakup playlist today. The playlist that says “If I Break Up With Him”. First song, “Ur So Gay.” The only person I should be in love with right now is me. :]
I am going to LA next month and hopefully, I will finally meet a person that has always inspired me to write on, and on, and on, and on. AshleY. Caught you off guard, didn’t I?
I’m thinking of ya’ tonight. So I totaly want to dump my boytoy/boyfriend. He pretty much ignores me and is never available and nothing in high school never lasts, so I’m better off having fun. Capish? Kapoosh. I want a snake for Christmas.
Four Dollars and Fifty Cents
I’ve been given a mallet that destroys bricks. In this metaphor, the mallet represents my keyboard. I have overcome my writer’s block and am finished with playing the microwave and TV remote. Hello daylights saving time, goodbye writer’s block road.
States Of America
Today we stand divided rather than united. I had no chance to express my joy of change today at school. I was met with ignorance and hatred towards my freedom of choice of who I supported this past year. If you believe I am a terrorist, then I am a terrorist. If you believe I am wrong, then I am wrong. If you believe I am not an Arizonan for “betraying” McCain, then I am not an...
I will remember where I was standing.
Looking at one person the way they were is hard. Looking at one person the way they are is harder. Every question makes sense once you look at the answers in the back of the book.
I’ve been singing this to William all week....