February 2012
36 posts
Really tired of these YOUNG kids trying to grow up...
I understand that we grew up in different “eras” but if you think about it, 2-3 years is not a big window. When I was in the 9th grade I had no piercings, no tattoos, I barely wore any make up, I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt every day, and my appearance was not important. I can only blame the media and the pressure of peers. PLEASE stop trying to grow up too fast. I’m turning...
It’s weird wrapping my mind around an idea that seems so different from what I’m normally accustomed to. A year from today I’ll be in a different point in my life with new people around me, nowhere near home, living a completely different life and atmosphere. I’m scared to grow up, yet at the same time I remain excited and optimistic. I guess I’m just curious as to...
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I give up. I hate feelings. I hate this. Fuck it all. I had a dream that you moved on, guess it’s true? So now I have to put words into action and get over you. I’m so tired of holding myself back from other people and other things because I keep telling myself that things are going to get better between us. Well fuck that. Guess I was wrong. Fucking wasted my time. How could I be so...
If you want respect, earn it.
Valentine's Day
Just another Tuesday. Only because you should show your love to those every day, not just on this one day. Love one another continuously, and forever more. Of course today doesn’t mean that you should shower them with presents. Be sincere, thoughtful. Those are the things that count.
I find myself thinking about you a lot. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped since the first time we spoke to each other. There’s just something about you that I can’t get over. I miss you. Sometimes I hate you. I’ll always love you. None of this has ever been easy.
It doesn't matter what place you finish at. All...
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This constant repetition of your bullshit is starting to get on my nerves. Do you honestly think that I’m just going to sit here and take it? I blame myself for falling into your traps again… I should just stop. Fuck you. I don’t care if I’m angry. I’m tired of it, so fucking tired of it. If you want me to stop this, then stop feeding me bullshit.
I want to be the one that you can lean on. The one that you want to come home to. I want to be your breakfast in bed, your dinner, and your dessert. The person you want your family to meet. I want to be the one to show you that we’re not all the same. The one to make your days brighter. I want to be a lot of things, but most importantly I want to be yours, and yours only.
Lazy ass nights are the best. Nights when you don’t feel like doing shit, change into comfy clothes, crawl into bed, jam out to some good beats, and relax. Au Natural time. Just me, myself and I. Ain’t nothing wrong with that!
January 2012
38 posts
Your past doesn’t define you. The choices that you made may have been bad, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. If you chose to transform your image, you have every power to do that yourself and for your own reason. Don’t look at yourself in the mirror and be upset with what you see. Make it a brighter day every morning. Just make sure that you’re happy.
Sometimes I find myself retracing my steps. I like to figure out what went wrong, where, why. Even though it’s all in the past, it’s still a part of me. You can’t erase what isn’t there and you surely can’t fix what’s already dispersed in the dust. Then you find those moments where you did everything right. Those are always the best. Sometimes you try and...
Daddy,
Today is your birthday. My, we’re all getting old. I can’t believe how fast time has gone by. It feels just like yesterday when I used to stand as tall as your hip. Now I’m already at your shoulders (maybe even taller?). I know I haven’t been the best daughter around, but I try my best to make you and mommy proud. I know one day you guys are going to be very proud of me. I...
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Basically everywhere I turn, I see your face. When the world is silent, I can still hear your voice. The more I try to avoid you, I still find myself thinking about you. I guess I’m still in love with you and I’m going to be in love with you until I can figure out how to stop myself every time I face these situations. Do I want to stop loving you? Not really. I confuse myself.
