Friday, 25 May 2012
Welp hi. Yay for skipping weeks. Blame Maymester. It was fun though. And I'm a JUNIOR (in college) :D WIN. Okay here's your blog entry. I'll have another one up Tuesday, hopefully getting back to normal.
I'm pretty sure I have a couple birthday shoutouts, but hey, people I know in real life don't read this anyway, so whoopsie. xo, bye loves.
Well I'm singing this song as loud as I can as I drive too fast with my best friend
I don't wonder if you're wondering where I am because I don't care if I ever see you again.
And maybe after this we'll never see each other again. And maybe we will. And maybe I'll meet up with you again in ten years. Or maybe twenty. And maybe you'll still be single. Or married. And maybe I'll be as well. And maybe you'll ask me if I want to go for coffee. And maybe I will. Or maybe I won't because it could bring up old feelings again. But for now, I'm not gonna worry about the maybes or the what-ifs; I'm just going to continue living my life the best way I can.
You know, people are always asking, "Are you okay?" But they're never really expecting the truth.
Because the reality of the matter is, if I was okay, you wouldn't really have to wonder.
You eat, you’re fat. You don’t eat, you’re a freak. You drink, you’re an alcoholic. You don’t drink, you’re a pussy. You read, you’re a nerd. You don’t read, you’re stupid. You tell a secret, you’re an attention seeker. You don’t tell a secret, you’re still attention seeking. You let someone in, you’re easy. You don’t let someone in, you’re too uptight. You smoke, you think you’re cool. You don’t smoke, you’re a loser. You’ve had sex, you’re a slut. You haven’t had sex; you’re a frigid little bitch. You wear makeup, you’re a tramp. You don’t wear makeup, you’re ugly. You can never please anyone. Ever. Stop trying and just be you.
You're the reason I check my phone every five minute just to see if I have a new message, even when I don't.
People always say that change is a good thing, but what it really means is that something you didn't want to happen, has happened.
You will look back on the times you laughed and you will cry. You will look back on the times you cried, and you will laugh. You will always remember close friends, and you will always keep memories of them in your heart. Life is hard, it’s tough, and it’s unfair, but everyone gets over the hurt and the pain, eventually. You always end up with a smile on your face, if you give it a chance.
It's funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love,
while at the back of our minds we know that the person we truly love will always be an exception.
It all just happened so fast. One day we were us, then the next we were nothing.
I’m no stranger to learning the hard way. The day our friendship ended it all became so clear. That in life, we have to learn to keep the memories, and lose the people who helped us make them.