I just want to talk to you but don't know what to
write. When I see your post
I wish they'd never end. No matter what they
say. I'm about to be 2o dude, and I'm honestly not the
least bit excited. Don't want to do anything. I remember when
you turned 18 and cried lol and I just smiled and laughed.
Dang where has the time went. I was just talking to madi about
issac taking her driving helping her learn. I remember when that
was us. Being thrown back and forth while you let the car
eventually stall lol. I see us in them so much but idk
whether I should be scarred or happy for
them.
"If
he's
not doing
anything
to keep
you,
then
why
are
you fighting
to stay?
"
~ Taylor Swift
~ Taylor Swift
I wish I knew how to sit
still and let life happen on its own. I always jump to
conclusions and let my emotions attach to an idea that
doesn't exist. I'm never neutral either. I'll put my
cynical outlook on life onto any situation I'm going through,
and when I decide that I should lighten up, my head is up in the
clouds but my feet aren't on the ground. I sabotage myself,
or I get my hopes up.
True or False:
My
best friend is a girl: trueI like pizza: well... not any pizza...anyway, true
I have dark eyes: true
I always wear lipstick: False, tomboy here!
My hair is long: true!!!
I have a friend who is at least 1 foot taller than me: true, and I hate it (but I love this friend!)
My best friend is taller than me: false, we are the same height
I've broken a bone: False, only a tooth.
I drive: false
I need to lose weight: true, but, fortunately, not much
I have dressed up as santa before: False
I have or have had a pet cat: false
I have or have had a pet dog: false
I love to read: oh, yeah!
I love taking surveys/quizzes online: true
"Are you okay" is such a threatening
question because I understand that giving off any impression of
discontent is unacceptable under the roof of the people who feed
me, in the company of people who care about me. I couldn't
stop myself from crying at work or breaking down in school and I
wanted to swerve into oncoming traffic and every day became a
blur of tears and the hallway carpet I would collapse on when I
got home and your asking me if I'm okay wasn't good
enough because you only wanted the right
answer.
