February 2010
January 2010
Happy birthday to me (:
It's a slippery sloper
I’m so sick of looking at my dashboard and seeing ONLY the following:
1. Amateur photographs washed to appear sad and depressing
2. Baby animales
3. Inspirational messages you don’t believe in
4.Pictures of rooms you’ll never own
5.Books you’ll never read
6.Girls looking dangerous and rebellious in tattered clothing
I feel like I have no one to be honest to anymore. No one I can really talk to, that will care anyway. Care in the way that i’d like them them.
It’s distressing, i’ll tell you that much.
I want my life to be so much like the movies.
For my relationships with people to be like how they are in a totally fictional world.
For my love interest to be a pain in the ass and I...
I don’t know what the next year could possibly entail.
I don’t promise to be happy, nor do i promise to make everything better.
All i know i can do is what’s best. For me. For you. For us.
I promise I’ll be true to myself.
I promise I’ll know who I want to be, and I promise to aim for that person