February 2011
30025.) I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I'm okay. And I'd pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they've ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they're sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me. Because if that happened to ANY one of my friends, I know I'd be the first person by their bedside. Why? Because I love them. And I'd do absolutely anything for each and every one of them. Too bad they'd never do the same for me.
OH MY GOD THIS
Hm.
January 2011
No, sir. That's the munchies.
Although it is pretty fattening, too...
Hehehe, the munchies.
:p
I don't like feeling so alone.
Heard that.
Please come to UNO. You’re like. Awesome.
Hah, I tried bringing up my going to UNO to my parents. Shot down instantly. They said they’d take away my college funding. >.>
WHY?! It’s such a great school. Is it cuz it’s in NOLA?
Quite possibly.
Yes, basically. Iknorite?
I don't like feeling so alone.
Heard that.
Please come to UNO. You’re like. Awesome.
Hah, I tried bringing up my going to UNO to my parents. Shot down instantly. They said they’d take away my college funding. >.>
I don't like feeling so alone.
Heard that.
Sitting at my laptop.
Writer’s block, deleting every small thing I put down. Inspiration I can’t use. Thoughts without form, descriptions with no style. Drawings with no talent, visualizations nobody else will ever be able to see. Recurring thoughts, distracted…Stress without cause. No helpful outlet. Fidgeting. Loss of focus. Things I want to say, but can’t or won’t. A craving that I still can’t explain.
Disjointed thinking.
I can’t put anything together. Oh, the musings of someone who really shouldn’t be complaining.
Oops.
Italian is a freaking beautiful language.
First on the list.
Reblog if you're a hopeless romantic.
Not so much a romantic; just hopeless.
Not necessarily in a sad sense though.
Feelin good one minute,
Feelin awful the next.
These dreams are going to kill me.
