Only in my dreams.

So there once was a boy and a girl.
They enjoyed each others company.
The girl wished she could run away with the boy
And with that they'd have their own bubble
At least for a little while
Eventually they'd get back to the real world.
But they'd have that connection
That nobody else could revoke
Even when life would hit them hard.

But that's merely a dream, a distant thought.

The opposite sex

is so confusing, yet so easy to figure out.

I hate it.
I love it.
I loath it.
I like it.

Now, what?

Pit, ee, full?

So I hate this wretched stomach ache I always get.
It happens every time.

It's so stupid, I wish I could deal with it.
I think it's my anxiety.
I wish I knew what it was.
I feel so pathetic about it too, because I think I have an idea of what causes it.
Sometimes I feel as if there's not enough time in the world.
Because really, there isn't.

I hate thinking about these things because it just increases the ache.
It's nerves of the worst kind.

Realizationofblogstoblogger.

Blogs make you sound smarter than you really are
More intellectual
More raw

Or

More stereotypical
and more pathetic.

You pick and choose.

Mull over it for a while.

Dust.

I feel like I get left in the midsts of everything.
I'm aware of my mood swings, I'm fully aware that I can become over emotional with the snap of a finger.
But can anybody blame me? It's those years.

I don't know why I feel so shitty. I don't have anything to be upset about by any means, yet I have the ginormous lump in my throat and my eyes are stinging.
It might be anxiety.
It might be me.
Or it could just be you.

Maybe I ask too much, I probably do but I don't know how to stop.

Jeeeezuhs.

People are difficult.
I want to crack them open.
And see inside.
Unfortunately, it's not as easy as it sounds.

All the small things

Sometimes small things can make you appreciate all that you have.
I came across this quote today, I believe it went along the lines of saying that it doesn't matter what you have or who you are, it's how your outlook is on life. I'd consider myself optimistic and I wish to spread that.
There's so many things to think about in such a complexity.

There's three more weeks until summer,
five more weeks until Atlanta,
and that much time to prove myself.

:)

In one minute

I feel like im floating on cloud nine,
and the next I want to cry and scream on the top of my lungs.

If this is what is average for my age group, I'm growing sick of it fast.

Knots, tied, tight.

This water I'm sinking in scares me.

Thoughts, here goes nothing.

Life in the past few weeks has been exciting, moving closer to summer.
Only problem is my old friends have been dropping like flies.
The way they are acting keeps pushing me away, farther and farther.
It's lack of communication on my side. Lack of maturity.
I've been so selfish and I keep using the excuse of being young and naive.
But that can only get me so far.
I've dug myself in this whole, time to crawl out.

I also need new, refreshing, down to earth people.
Some that aren't to petty, not too serious.
I have one in mind at the moment. :)

As gloomy as the beginning of this sounds, my life is finally heading in the right direction.
For my own selfish reasons, that is.

I'm quite fond

of you.

:)

Crushed

by a crush. :)
In a good sense, not bad.
We'll see how it all unfolds.