Alrighty, y’all. Putting down the cigarettes.
Patch on my arm.
Just finished my wii dance workout. I’ve lost 5 pounds. I don’t really care though.
I’m in love with Niall horn. And Harry styles. Yes… From one direction. Kill me now.
Song of my life - murmuring mermaids by lutz.
Here in July.
I’ve just spent two weeks with my favorite person ever, realizing this much.
1. Most people will fuck you over. Including your family.
2.Boys can be scum. Some have a genuine intrest in playing with girl’s emotions.
3.I’m getting far to tired of dealing with all this crap, and am determined to be on my own.
I’m constantly trying to create artistic things. Writing stories, singing impossible songs, and taking photos of beautiful people, I’m an artist at my core. But sometimes, it gets the better of me.
Bi-polar posts. Yippie.
I’ve come to realize.
So here’s what’s going on.
I’m in love with Josh Hutcherson.
I’m on an official writing kick.
Nothing will stop me from making my calling come true.
I broke off my engagement to John because I don’t truly love him. At least in the way that he needs to be loved. I have history with him, absolutley. I’ll always care for him. I think being engaged to him ment that I didn’t have to search anymore. I could settle for someone who wanted to buy me a big fancy ring. Which he offered. Yeah.
I started talking to some other dudes. I’ve hit it off with a few. A few are nearly perfect for me, and yet, for some reason, I can’t let my gaurd down. It’s like… Impossible.
I’m not sure why. Is it because I’m so freaking set on finding the one right away that a guy who’s fantastic is staring me in the face, and I’m chosing to ignore him?
Is it because I’m so in love with.. other people. Still.
It’s not easy to forget someone overnight.