Sunday, November 30, 2014

Friday, November 28, 2014


Let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time, when I was, like, young, my mom came to me. She told me of this amazing book that she had read while going to the bathroom.
This book, was twilight.
She told me all these amazing things and all these cool details about this book, that I started reading it myself.
Now I believe that my dear mother, whom I love so dearly, got twilight super popular.
I loved the book. It was great. By the time I was done with the second book, New moon, two things had happened.
1. I got super sad because New moon is a depressing book and I refused to read on, and
2. The twilight series had gotten very, very popular.

Now, the first time I came into contact with this book, I was mesmerized. The writing was beautiful, the story was captivating.
Once it got popular, I read it again.
This time, was not so amazing.

I started to realize how horrible it was. How controlling and abusive Edward was. How crazy Bella was to be in love with such a creeper. And all that jazz.

Now, I still liked the book. But then, the movie came out.

And that just ruined everything.

It's just a little on the stupid side. El Stupido.

But you know what? I was thinking that everyone has a right to their own opinion. And this is mine. And everyone can think what they want.

Then I found this.

just to, you know, Brighten up your day

Sorry I haven't been posting

I'm failing two classes, possibly three, and I have a job.
So I'm catching up, and working.

And here's the thing. I've been working like crazy, so I haven't been able to blog, and I miss it!

Also, I have a massive zit under my left eye, and it hurts and it won't pop.

Okay. Back to homework.
(I'll keep you updated on the zit.)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


So I have this friend, right? Right. - I DO have friends, believe it or not. - And this friend, just happens to be a boy. And just so happens to be a boy that I am a little bit fond of. And he also just happens to be my boyfriend.

This was Halloween. NBD. We were a Cowgirl, and a Cow. Oh my freak how cute can you get?

SO basically, what I'm trying to say, is that he's adorable.


You know that moment when, you're listening to music, and a song comes on that just totally reminds you of someone, sometime, somewhere, and it just sucks?

Or that moment when, you're trying to help a friend in need, and they totally shut you down and become a jerk.. Even though you're just trying to help?

Or (this one is gonna be long) that moment when, you were nothing but awesome to someone, and they just totally started treating you like crap, and then suddenly stopped talking to you, and it takes forever for you to get over them, and when you finally do get over them, they start talking to you again, get you hooked, are a jerk again, and then totally yell at you and drop you again?

Don't you just hate that?

Yeah. Me too.

Okay. I know I've complained about a few people over and over again. And I know I just sound like a broken record. And I also know that I said I wouldn't do this anymore.
But like I always say..

So here's me, being dumb again, and totally caring about people who don't care about me.

Love it.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

let's Cry to sleep Together

Let me start with something simple. Something that everyone feels sometimes. Something that can eat you up, or motivate you.


Sadness, I think we can all agree, sucks hard core. And, really, everyone feels it.
There is not one person who hasn't felt sadness. From that moment you're born and you see the bright light and it gets really cold, you get kind of sad. Cause you were so warm and didn't have to worry about breathing before. Now you do.

But the thing is. It get's better. The sadness I mean.

Now, there are some people who have felt it more than others. I could say people who don't have homes. People who starve. People who aren't free. But I'm going to say people who are in pain.

What is pain? It's different for everyone. A pillow hit may feel like a kick to the stomach to some, and it might feel like an ant crawling on your finger to others.
So that's physical pain.

What about the pain people can't see?

Raise your hand if you've ever cried yourself to sleep.
Haha, did you just raise your hand all alone in front of your computer? That was cute, you cutie!
But really, who has done that? I have. I for sure have. And it sucks. Crying isn't my favorite pass time in the world, I'm sure it's not yours, either.

And let's just talk about this for a second. Crying yourself to sleep. I don't even want to begin with the ideas of why you're doing it. I don't. Straight up, everyone has their reasons. Remember? At the beginning of the post? I said that people experience things differently (okay, maybe not in those exact words...), and something that's small to you, could be big to me. And something small to me, might be big to you. So I'm not even going to start. I'm not going to fathom.

And sometimes, you just hate everything. You hate life. You hate even yourself. But guess what? I don't hate you.

But you know what always makes crying better? Warm blankets, soft tissues, and a friend who understands.

Now. I know we don't know each other. And I know I don't understand. But listen.

You gonna cry to sleep? I'm in.

Monday, November 3, 2014

you're a Failure. (but not really)

Sometimes I feel like this.

And that's a sucky feeling to feel.

But let's be real, it's a feeling that everyone feels in the feels occasionally. And it sucks. But it's a thing; and we need to recognize that because, if we don't, it's quite possible that we would to blow up.

So let's talk about it.

Let's talk about how, when you mess up, you feel so

Let's talk about how, when you have 10-20 page views on your blog a day, you feel so
like you shouldn't be writing at all

Let's talk about how, even though you feel
like you shouldn't be writing at all
you still try. You still get up in the morning and breath in and out. And really, that's all you pretty much need to do all day. If you do that much, I am proud of you. Because I know how hard it can be sometimes. I know how hard it can be to get tired and frustrated and sad, even though all you're doing is breathing in and out and laying in bed. I know how hard it is when you feel like you can't move, but you know you have to get up, and even though you can't move, you still feel exhausted; even though all you've done is lay there, staring at the ceiling. And yes, I know how it feels to be tired after just waking up.

It sucks. It really does. But listen to me right now.

You are NOT a failure.

And don't ever tell yourself that you are.

And if you ever feel like that, just look at this and remember that you can never let this little girl down.