Sunday, July 1, 2012

         Now that I have you brainwashed and totally in love with me I'm going to grind you down
                        and hurt you so badly you'll never be able to get up again.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Yes. I Miss You.

Here's my problem: I love you. I love your name, I love the way you look at me, I love the way you walk, I love your beautiful eyes, I love the sound of your laugh, I love the way you lie to me, I love the way you make me feel bad, I love the way you get mad, I love the way I don't understand you at all. I love the way I can be having the worst day of my life & seeing you completely changes my mood. I love how when you touch me I get weak, thats my problem ♥

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Stop, where am I? Shock, I can’t cry. I need some space. No, this isn’t me. Oh, please let me breathe. I’ll be back sooner than you know I’ve been blind. I hope I’ll be fine. Don’t call me back, no. Yes, I see light. Now, it’s so bright. Call my name, I’ll be me soon.


No, it’s not personal. Sorry if I’m hurting you. Please don’t give up on me now. I needed this time alone. To know I could come back home. To breathe, breathe, breathe. I need this space just like you need it, I need this time, time to clear up my mind.
             Memories just linger and don’t seem to go away. Why can’t I be happier? The confusion
       I’m feeling now won’t disappear over night, but someway, somehow, everything will be alright.                       

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

                              That feeling I get when I know is not the same anymore.



You guys don’t know everything we girls do for you. You guys don’t know that we girls find everything related to you, lyrics, quotes, movies, everything. You guys don’t know that we girls could stay up late in the night just to wait for you to be online and talk for a while. You guys don’t know how we, girls, feel when you say you’ve got to go, and the “Goodbye part” begins.

 You, guys, have no idea of how many fights we, girls, could have had with our parents or friends just to go out or talk to you. You, guys, don’t know that we, girls, walk a little faster or take different ways at school just to make it an accidentally way to say "Hi". You, guys, don’t know that we, girls, can talk about you with anyone and not get bored. You, guys, don’t know how we, girls, can find lovely and cute every single detail of you. 

You, guys, won’t ever know how, we, girls, feel just when we see you smiling, even if we are not the reason. You, guys, don’t know why we, girls, try to hide our feelings with you. You, guys, won’t ever know how we, girls, could have passed through tears and pain, just to be okay with you. You, guys, have no idea of how much we, girls, love you. We, girls, feel identified with all this and it’s all because of you, guys.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Why Being A Girl Is The Best


 We can wear guys clothes. If they wear ours, they get funny looks. 
♥ Our friends don’t say hello to us by punching us on the arm.
♥ Yeah, PMS sucks. But at least we have a good excuse to eat chocolate for a week.
 If we’re on a really big ship that happens to hit an iceberg, we’ll get lifeboats first.
 Girl talk. You know, how we just understand each other without having to explain stuff.
♥ We never have to stand in a urinal and have other girls stare at us.
♥ Dark circles under the eyes? A hickey? we can just cover them up with a little concealer.
♥ We don’t have to shave our faces.
♥ We can jump around a lot and shake our hair and it looks like we know how to dance.
Justin, Liam, Greyson. Need I explain this one?
♥ We get yummy chocolates and flowers from guys.
♥ That whole circumcision thing!
♥ We don`t have to deal with sideburns. What`s up with those anyway?
♥ At least one girl always survives in horror flicks.
♥ Even if we are ugly, we have make up to fix it.
♥ We can take stuffed animals to bed no matter how old we are.
♥ Nose hair, ear hair, back hair, so not a problem for us.
♥ We don`t have to worry about getting hurt, because boys always protect us.
♥ We don`t feel the need to slap our teammates butt when she makes a good play.
 Nobody makes fun of us for liking the backstreet boys or n'sync. Well, almost nobody.
♥ We can get away with wearing platform shoes without looking goofy.
♥ We give really good advice.
♥ On tv shows we`re always the ones that have the coolest super powers.
We can put cottonballs between our toes, paint our nails, and not feel the least bit silly.
The coolest, sweetest songs and poems have been written about us.
♥ We don`t have to sit on our wallets.
♥ Our wallets have a place for change.
♥  It is entirely possible that we will marry Greyson Chance someday.
♥ Our lives do not revolve around ESPN or sports center.
It`s not required that we learn how to spit when we`re young.
♥ We are called tomboys, boys are called girly.
♥ We have nicer handwriting than guys. Well, it`s true.
♥ We don`t have to stuff boxers in our jeans.
People say whats the point in liking someone who doesn't like you back. They are right, there isn't a point. But you can't help who you like, it's not up to you. Your heart kinda just decides for you and there is no turning back once your heart makes up its mind.
Do you want to know what my problem is? I will tell you, what my problem is, I love you. I love your name, I love the way you look at me, I love your gorgeous smile, I love the way you walk, I love your beautiful eyes, I love what you look like when you are asleep.

I love the sound of your laugh, to hear your voice fills my entire heart with an indescribable feeling. I love the way I can be having the worst day of my life and seeing you completely changes my mood. I love how when you touch me I get weak, that is my problem.
Dear boy,
Have you ever really thought about it? You've got this girl, head over heels in love with you. She'd do anything for you, she'd die for you. But for some reason, you don't want to see that. You know it's there, and you know that you feel the same way. But you refuse to let it be. Maybe you're scared of the thought that this girl who you've known forever, you've seen her happy, you've seen her sad. Maybe this girl is perfect for you. And that really scares the hell outta you, doesn't it?
Forget his name, forget his face. Forget the love that once came true. Remember now there's someone new. Forget the love that you once shared. Forget the face that had once cared. Forget the time you spent together. Remember now he's gone forever.

Forget you cried the whole night through. Forget him when they play your song. Forget how close you two once were. Remember now he's chose her. Forget you memorized his walk. Forget the way he used to talk. Forget the times he was mad. Remember he's happy instead of sad.

Forget his teasing, gentle ways. Forget the time you can see him everyday. Forget he made your dreams come true. Remember now he hates you. Forget the thrill when he walked by. Forget him when he made you cry. Forget the way he spoke your name .Remember now he's not the same.

Forget the way he said he loved you. Forget the way he kissed and hugged you. Forget all those nights when he held you tight. Remember now he dont want you anymore. Forget all those sunny days. Forget all those poems he made. Forget those times through good and bad. Remember he said he'd never make you sad.

Forget the games he played with you. Forget the times he stayed with you. Forget the way he looked at you. Forget all you dreams came true. Remember, that he doesn't love you anymore.

Monday, December 5, 2011



I might have erased your texts but I will never forget what you wrote. We might have stopped talking, but I will never forget your voice. We might have stopped hugging, but I will never forget how you smell. Anything we did, I will never forget