parental pda is definitely gross.

perks.

and in that moment, i swear we were infinite.

and i wonder...

and i wonder, are you thinking of me?
'cause i'm thinking of you.

I am just..

having a hard time dealing with life,
and my mom decides it's the right time to
scream at me for wearing her sneakers.

fuckkkitttt.

i'll keep you my dirty little secret.

I go around a time or two.
Just to waste my time with you.

oh disney.

you're the voice i hear inside my head..
the reason that I'm singing.

nobody puts baby in a corner..

Thinking isn't always the best.
I take myself back to the past, I think of the future.
I'm scared of a lot.


...
I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw,
I'm scared of what I did, of who I am,
and most of all, I'm scared of
walking out of this room and
never feeling the rest of my whole life
the way I feel when I'm with you..

no no, po po.

don't trust the police, no justice no peace.
they got me face down in the middle of the street.

cops suck sometimes.

Can I just say..

I hate when my stepdad walks around in his underwear.
It's weird and annoying.

and since my mom reads my blog, maybe she'll get the hint and tell him to put some damn pants on.

please and thank you.
yelling at him isn't enough. goshhhhhh.

buy you a drank..

I love when the whole world is drunk around me.
You never want to be sober in a crowd full of drunk people.
well, i don't anyways.

Ah, boo for responsibility.

gone fishin'

I went fishing yesterday and I caught me a bass.. with powerbait. I don't know how the heck that worked, but whatevs.

I just wanted to share that!

this surely is a dream..

I smell sex and candy.
here.

I chew gum...

all of the time.

It doesn't matter where I'm at or what I'm doing.
I guess it's not particularly flattering
to be blowing bubbles when someone is trying to have a moment.
I'm sorry; I just love gum. :)

deja vu..

Here it goes again.

I know you love her.
I get it, but the thing is.
You can't tell me you felt nothing,
that it was nothing, and that I was nothing.

I know you feel it now, and you won't admit it.
but the silence is reassurance enough.

You bring me down, you raise me up.
You make my head spin so much.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty place from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded time,
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.
Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow.
A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. It is a tale, told by an idiot
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
-Macbeth.

:(

In this short time we've crossed the line.
I don't know where this is going,
but I sure as hell don't want it to stop.

I like mac and cheese almost as much as I like to blog.

I think perhaps I will be posting some stuff with actual substance. maybe.

love.

might as well give me a kiss
if we keep touching like this
i know you're scared, baby
they don't know what we doing.

i love teen pop songs.

you smile a lot, it makes me wonder
what you're thinking of
'cause baby you're always on my mind.

i love poetry.

but we loved with a love that was more than love.

What makes a poem that good?
Sometimes I wonder if it's the beautiful words that fit so perfectly together.
Other times I think maybe it's the thoughts and meaning that the writer conveys.

In all honesty, it's the feelings it brings inside of me when I relate it to my life that makes me cry, gives me chills, feel heartache, and makes my head spin...

Insomnia.

I can never sleep when I have to work the next morning because I'm always afraid my alarm clock won't go off.
So, I try to wake myself up every so often just in case.

It's 1:10 right now, and I have work at 9:30, so cross your fingers I get some sleep AND wake up.

ugh, this paranoia is rediculous. lol.

how about a good ruck? no?

okay, so..
I play rugby.
I got hurt.
I was bleeding.
I got stitches.

anyways, I went and saw the stupid boy, who said.
"Is that blood? You look like shit?"

This was followed by,
"You are gonna change first, right?"

Well, he definitely blew his chance there.
Boys are so stupid sometimes.
If you want to get in someone's pants, you don't tell them they look like shit.

What the hell...

...is up with guys and threesomes?

Goshhhhh.

money.

I really hate waiting around for people, especially when they are running so late, I miss a whole day of work for nothing.
Their company is not worth that much.

bitches.

the future freaks me out

I just have a lot of thoughts.
How can two people know that they are meant for each other?
What the hell are the chances that the one person you fall for you returns the same feelings?

I'm nineteen years old, and this is the time when society harps on going to college and choosing what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I can't even decide what breakfast cereal I want in the morning.
Furthermore, a great deal of my friends have found "the one". Many have already had children and/or are married.

I feel like because I'm nineteen, I'm supposed to be having fun, and just going out. I definitely haven't met that guy yet, but I'm wondering if I don't even have a clue by now, will I ever?

It is a scary feeling.