i'm really tired of being that girl. yeah, the one that makes out with other girl's boyfriend. i really need to stop myself. or find someone worth a shit so that i can be exclusive.
lets run away. get the hell out of this town. there is no need to rush. we can just take our time. plan it all right. get a place in the mountains. where it gets cold and snows. no, i wouldn't like snow. somewhere warm during the day and sweat shirt weather at night. yeah. that would be the life.
i have come to realize i enjoy spending time alone. don't get me wrong, i love all of my friends and love their company. but as of late, i just want to be alone.
i think part of this new found hermit feeling is because anytime i spend time with my friends its always cut short, and i have to make the phone calls. everyone always does things at night and i work at night. i need a good book. one that i can read that might cheer me up a little.
i think its time to reread the perks of being a wallflower again.
i think. i'm pretty sure i'm moving to savannah, instead of moving to statesboro. why? it seems more practical. i have a job in savannah, and i spend most of my time there anyway. i could easily go to armstrong, or savannah tech or the fifty other colleges in savannah. and, i really need to get out of my house. i love my parents, and we get along but i'm 18 now, i have a job and i pay for all of my own things maybe its time for me to start paying my own bills too. i have a place in mind. i just need reliable roommates.
so much has stayed the same. nothing has changed. got nothing to blog about. don't care about stupidity anymore. quitting smoking though. makes me feel kinda sick now a days. feeling just as lonely as always. i'm not settling for second best anymore. i'm no longer a last resort. just someone to pass the time 'til their girl gets home. no, i've got respect for myself. more class than most in these parts. so why don't i have my knight in shining armor (too much class?) maybe i should stop looking.. (too weak to try) maybe its someone right in front of me (they're just a passer by) one day i'll have my prince.
i have really low self-image. i hate absolutely hate the way i look about myself. i need to get over it, but its hard. because i know i'm not doing anything about it. some motivation to do things would be nice. maybe i'll write it down so someone out there will understand.
i will always always always disagree with compliments. why? thats absurd i know. but, i haven't always been as cute as people say that i am now. and when you go from looking like a boy, to being hideous and fat. yes, i was fat, and i still think that i'm too big. compliments wont solve it, and i don't believe them. its all because of a not to distant past. when you're told you're ugly, and when you're teased for so long about little things even its really hard not to forget.
and until i have my own person, yes, i will feel like a third wheel. its happened for so long, i should be used to it. but i'm not. don't think i'll ever be. i mean, i've had little 'flings' but, those don't count. i try really hard not to let it get to me. so if i seem down, i probably am. and i tend to go into situations with a negative attitude but when you go off with two couples hello. think about it. it might be different if it were every now and again but it's too often for me to just blow it off.
you're not tough. you don't intimidate me. i don't have time to talk about you, and i care oh so much about what you think. and if i'm sooo ugly, why do your boys want me. not you. just because you've got a few years on me doesn't mean you're more mature. i have a life, if i cared about yours, i would talk shit. but, i don't. completely one hundred percent apathetic. thank you.
p.s. stop getting pregnant. you're the reason my parents wont let me out.
its still beating. faster, harder, stronger. fluttering, non stop. the pace gets quicker. don't forget to breathe. ___________________________
as much as i do miss the people that used to be in my life. i'm extremely happy for those that are in it currently. its a feeling i have never quite experienced. i'm happy for everything that i have received. i'm happy to give it out. despite my better judgment, i think i'm really doing everything right this time.
i'll be walking across a stage in 5 days. in an ugly maroon robe. with a stupid looking cap. and i'm ecstatic.
a few weeks from now we'll be working on our apartment. we will make it what we want. we'll tear down walls, rip up carpet, and add a fresh coat of paint. it will be what we make it in its entirety. don't worry, it will be chaotic. and it could spring up an argument or two. but all of our hard work will pay off.
i have a brain and i'm not going to stoop down to your level.
how come girls are not allowed to think for themselves? is it really such a bad thing? seriously, think about it. sorry i'm straightforward and i have my own thought processes. and, just because i'm nice to you, or you seem halfway interesting does not mean that i have any intentions with you. i'm a flirt, i've come to realize that, and i'm okay with it too. it's my personality. it does not make me a slut and it especially does not mean that i want to be your girl. i'm really starting to get frustrated. grow up.
i'm scared and starting over, no regrets, less mistakes.
i sit here in yearbook not knowing what to expect out of my life. i'm moving away to college and yeah i've got lauren by my side, but i want something more than that. i want someone to care about me, to understand my flaws. i want someone that does not lie.