February 2012
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On days like this, I prefer to stay in my room with the window open while I listen to old French jazz.
January 2012
46 posts
“It feels like my vagina is falling off.”
– Heather
I fucking hate this shit.
I’m so damn stressed.
I can’t finish this damn dance on time. And I definitely know that what I have isn’t long enough and what I plan on presenting won’t meet the IOP requirements. So eff me. I’m fucked.
I knew I shouldn’t have picked this. AHA. I hella fucked myself over with this shit. And I’m too far into it to change my project completely.
Now...
psycho path
walk through, take a right.
go up the stairs.
make a left.
make another left and open the door.
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January 14th 2012
I need to make myself sleep before I completely lose it.
I feel useless. But more importantly, I feel like I’m letting you down or disappointing you. And I hate this feeling. Knowing that you need someone, and that I can’t help you makes me feel like shit. I just keep on coming up with horrible scenarios of someone who can actually help you, and can potentially take you away from me....
January 11th, 2012
Before the day ends, I want to document how bad my day was.
It was just plain bad. I hated it.
What the fuck is going on?
My day was shit. So I decided just to sleep on it. I find myself taking naps on the days where I just felt like udder shit, hoping I wouldn’t wake up… ever. But sure enough, I woke up. To something that I hate dealing with.
Can the thing that makes you the...
If you think you're fooling anybody, you're not...
Day 6: Write a letter to somebody... Anybody.
Dear person I’ve never met before,
I’m a pretty chill person.
I like artsy things, dressing up, tea, baby lotion, chocolate cake, waterfalls, flowers, pigs, my bed, talking about nonsense, and sleeping.
I like reading the classics. I like watching the classics. I like wearing vintage clothes. I like antiques. I clearly want to be an old person.
I try to see the good in others, even...
I think the reason we always hide our feelings...
Day 3: Write with your elbows...
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Day 2: Write whatever is on your mind right now.
I thought my boyfriend’s dog was a woman….
Day one: A picture of what you hate
I didn’t want to post a picture of feet on here, because that would be disgusting.
So the picture would be of feet…
Challenge accepted, bitch.
50 day challenge of random things.
A picture of something you hate.
Write whatever it is in your head right now.
Write with your elbow.
A picture of you doing something weird but funny.
A picture of your friends being silly.
Write a paragraph to somebody - it could be anybody you want, even someone you haven’t met yet.
Write something deep.
Write something stupid.
Post an audio of...
"If it's meant to be, you'll find a way back to...
I read this quote today and I felt all kilig (smitten).
The last two nights on Skype were perfect. There are no other words to explain it. I learned so much about you and you learned so much about me. But there will always be more to discover. We’ve got lifetimes of knowledge ;)
This quote made me think about our tenth grade year. All the heartbreak we caused each other (unintentionally)...
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Self Image. Self Worth?
Sometimes I feel really ugly. Like when I see all these pictures of super cute people all over tumblr, I’m just sitting here like, “I’m a hippo dinosaur.” Even some of my facebook friends; posting up all of their cute profile pictures of them and putting up a caption that reads, “oh my gosh, im so ugly”. Oh but go look at my pictures anyway because I actually...
He actually makes me really happy.
January 5, 2012
I have 3 more days left until I’m off to school. I have 3 more days left to get my heap of shit homework done. I have 3 days left until I explode.
I barely touched my homework. But you know what the funny thing is? I’m not stressed. I don’t give a fuck about my homework. All of my friends are freaking out because they think we have no time. But I’m sitting here like,...
This is new.
So last night, I was talking to my boyfriend about the past. We ended up talking about journals we kept.I realized that keeping a journal was fun for me. And it helped clear my head, well… helped me put my thoughts onto something concrete so I can look back and laugh at how stupid I was. but other than that, I definitely liked doing it. So I’m going to start again.
I decided to...