December 2010
They expect a fucking genius.
Well, I was all set to write something amazing on here before the ball drops in Times Square, but I think this is about as good as it will get.
Highs of the Year:
-First Kiss
-Cory
-Finally Being Happy Again
-NYC
-Turning Sixteen
-Not Having to Ride the Bus
Lows of the Year:
-Losing Myself
-Telling My Parents
-December 8th
-Losing Cory (for now)
So, here’s to a good 2011. I...
“I’m learning how to breathe around you. It’s fantastic.”
when the person you like calls you 'baby'.
Hahaha. He called you a bull dyke. (Well, you do...
SO…. This dude emails me on FaceBook and is like:
“can you really just chill on the whole “i hate ——-” thing? i mean seriously, its a little much, considering you dont even have a reason to dislike me. however i do have reasons to not be the friendliest person towards you. so i’d appreciate it if you would chill. thanks”
Haha, wow. Here’s the...
Well, she broke up with me.
And I still feel like I’m in some terrible dream. I really did have a dream that she broke up with me and I said “Corazon, don’t.” and then I woke up. I guess that just doesn’t work in real life.
“Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was...”
– coldplay (via maddieperalta)
“Heartbeat, why do you skip when my baby kisses me?”
– Buddy Holly
I miss your hands on my body more than you'll ever...
Merry Mary
All week, you won’t even talk to me then I get a text this morning:
“Can’t really talk, but merry christmas!”
Not even an “I love you.”
Yeah, that’s what I thought. Fuck you, too.
What's wrong with
being a dreamer when I can pretend that mirrors don’t exist and I really did dye my hair back to the red it was when I was a baby and I could imagine that drowning doesn’t hurt and I could erase today when I was washing dishes and buried my hands under a glass plate like a dead man beneath the water where I could see myself suffocating in the suds and all of the dust particles swam...
Child
STAY WILD, CHILD
I LOVE THE WAY
THE WIND LIFTS
THE EDGES OF
YOUR SKIRT
AND SENDS RIPPLES
THROUGH YOUR
HAIR
WHEN YOU FILL YOURSELF
UP WITH
BRAVE IDEAS
STAY WILD, CHILD
BEFORE THE WAVES
ARE STILL
AND THE SEA
IN YOUR HEAD
IS CALM
Once,
I wrote
“Fifteen years,
and I already want you
forever.”
Today is the greatest day in the whole world.
I can’t stop coughing long enough to remember what I was doing. And today has been 7 months, XYZ, and you haven’t called me. Not even a text. No hi, bye, kiss my ass. That’s okay. I’ll just sit here in anguish. Yes, I believe anguish is the correct word. It’s 97 and a half hours since I last talked to you and I’m going crazy. This reminds me of how many people...
XYZ,
You won’t talk to me. It’s getting too easy to give up on you. Don’t you know what I’ve sacrificed? People won’t even look at me the same way anymore. But… I love you.
Why am I doing this thing?
I don’t even really know. I keep hearing about this whole blogging shebang, so I thought I’d give it a whirl. Maybe this will help me keep my damn mouth shut?