I am not meant to take care of people.

Yet every Friday night, thats exactly what I'm doing.

All We Can Do Is Keep Breathing.

I don't even feel like a person anymore, how bad is that?
I feel like I'm a constant string of situations.
I hate chaos, but I tweak in peace.
"All that I know is I'm breathing now"
I have plans. I have things to look forward to. I feel like I'm on hold for those things, everything right now is crappy eighties music and a reminder "don't die, you life is important to us, please continue waiting."
When it comes, when all I'm waiting for is in the rear view, there will be more things to wait about.

I made a "To-Do List" for a day. I did two items. There were nine. The two I did were the least important. Good job Miranda.

Also. A big 'fuck you' to best guy friend failure. You're a douche, as always.

I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck

I don't get along with most girls. I can talk to them and be nice and friendly and such, but not really connect. My best friend is the only girl I've really opened up completely with.

i feel "big sister" to guys. Its what I do, I don't really know why. Make sure they don't turn into what I fear I guess. I've never felt "big sister" to a girl. Until this year and because I don't know how to handle it I haven't acted on it, and I feel like I should have. I relate to her, I want to protect her, I want her to know how beautiful she is. That isn't me. I am a pessimist. except for people I talk to, people I'm really close to. I doubt about hope a lot, but I try to instill it in other people.

Maybe I can "big sister" girls.. Possibly. We'll see.

pretty in pink.

I'm petrified of prom dress shopping.
I've found several in my size and that I love.
I just have this vision of walking into a store, telling them what I want and them laughing or nothing fitting.
My body is too awkward.
Time to starve, overwork out, and feel like shit.
Happy almost prom season kids!

douchebag is so last season

"I'm calling out to you from the basement
I got a need to feel so I Shake! Shake!
You got a problem with me, say it"
-the Subways

You think you're the shit.
Just take "the" out of that sentence and you're right.

178 Days

In 178 days I will be moving a bunch of stuff into a tiny room I'll be sharing with someone else for a year.
In 178 days my dreams begin to come true. I become a student. I get a new start. I get to be whatever I damn well please. I will meet people and make new friends. Meet people in my major. People who won't laugh when I tell them why I want to teach.
In 178 days I leave my home, where I've lived literally my entire life.
In 178 days I will be able to stay out, or stay in. Make choices on my own. Choose my own path.
In 178 days I'm where I want to be.

I'll Whip My Hair Back and Forth

"And I'll be doing what to do
we turn our back
and whip our hair and just shake them off."
WillowSmith. You make my life with this song.

Riding Solo. Meaning Daniel and I are done.
I did the breaking.
I knew it was the right thing to do.
We wanted different things.


T-If you still blogstalk me, meaning if you're reading this, thank you. Not for blogstalking, but for phone conversations until three in the morning. For being someone I can vent to, and someone who I can listen for. You mean a lot to me, just know that.