Sporting last night's make-up and faded stare, I'm here to inspire, but not to care.

The Window 4 Stories Up

Inhale.

They all pass through the parking lot never thinking to look up,
For they don't know I'm watching, calling out their bluff.

Exhale.

Internet Friends

It's that process we all avoid; clearing out your "friends" list on facebook.

Choosing who you delete off facebook is a lot more complicated to do than in theory.
It's not that you have a problem with any of them whatsoever, you just don't talk to all 600 of them on a day-to-day basis, let alone know who half of them are.
So I started with deleting those who's name I didn't even recognize (because we all have those friends for some silly reason), then those who I know but never really talked to in person (we also have those for another silly reason), then on to those who I never liked (even sillier reason), and then finally, those who I haven't talked to in a year.

Whelp, I have deleted almost up to 300 people. Yet somehow I still manage to have 600 friends.
(massive sigh)
You know what would make things easier? Deleting my facebook altogether.

But it really wouldn't.

A Room Half Empty (Not Half Full)

There was a room half empty (not half full).
It was dark.
I was standing in the middle of it hugging myself,

skin on skin comforting myself,

trying to fill up the space where my arms could no longer reach for.

And there lay a bed in the back corner.

A small corner filled with big secrets, 

secret's that were of other's further from my heart than you,

secret's I no longer want to keep tucked in.

But I guess that's better than hiding them under my pillow.

And on the other side of the bed was a window.

One that escapes out to a world where there are cars and people and problems bigger than mine.

But those problems compared to the storm that I was creating around myself seemed like a tiny raindrop; my tears were the downpour.

This is the room I created.
There is no escape route, no comfort, no you.
It is a void where you do not belong.
Just me, my thoughts, and this room half empty

All The Small Things (In No Particular Order)

1. Waking up and there being coffee hot and ready for you
2. The sound of an orchestra warming up
3. The love a person shares with their pet
4. Being kissed on the forehead
6. Accomplishing something no one thought you could do
7. Wiping the morning goop from out of your eyes
8. Finding notes that you forgot existed
9. Floating underwater
10. NyQuil
11. Being sassy to people for no reason
12. The bridge of your favourite song
13. The superstition of the "unlucky" 13
14. When you ask someone for a piece of gum and they give it to you
15. When people remember little details about you when you've only mentioned it once
16. Cotton swabs.  Seriously I can't live without them.
17. When you buy something and didn't realize it was on sale until the cashier told you
18. Putting body lotion on
19. Sneaking my feet under the person beside me's bum when we're sitting on the couch
20. Popping pimples
21. Drinking a smoothie and it being absolutely delicious
22. Eating all-you-can-eat sushi and not feeling sick afterwards
23. Making bubble-tea
24. Old couples holding hands
25. Hot dads with their baby and dog
     (Story time! I was out for a run the other day, and this dog came out of nowhere and jumped on me, and then this hot dad with his baby came around the corner on the trail and he apologized for his dog interrupting my run and I told him it was okay, and then he apologized again and then told me to enjoy the rest of my run. I died.)

When Nothing Becomes of Something

I found an old note you wrote me, and it made me sad.
Not because I wish it was meant for now, for it made me so happy when it was meant for then. Now it's just something that used to be important.

I think everything is important to us at one point.  It's only when it loses it's meaning do we disregard it and find ways of moving on to help us forget.

I forgot what it felt like.
But this note made me realize that none of your words made sense at all.
Because you didn't really mean what you said that day in the forest.  You only said it to make me think that something was to become of this nothing-ness bullshit you threw at me. Like you couldn't have just been honest in the first place.

And that's what makes me sad.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

Just a little update on the massive scale of life,

I FOUND AN APARTMENT!
ALLELUIA! YIPEE! HOORAY!

I'm very excited for a few reasons:

    1) I get to live with one of the coolest people ever

    2) I will be 19, therefore party like a rockstar

    3) I get to cook my own food! (this makes me excited because I can eat healthy rather than crappy meal plan food)

    4) I can decorate!
    5) I'll be living in the big city, so, halla at the next chick 'soon as ya blinkin!

I'm back in the game ladies and gentlemen, I'm moving up in this world!

** cue The Jeffersons theme song **

My Life Right Meow

My brain is a confuffle of mush
(that is not a word, however, in my mush of a brian it is).

I changed my design again.  I think my last look was a lot of me taking out my anger on my blog and I am sorry for that.  The cosmic, pre-teen look was badass, don't get me wrong. But this simple look is more... easier on the mind.  Makes me less stressed.

Anyways.

A few problems,
I have no where to live as of the beginning of this school year,
I don't have enough money to live anywhere,
I wish that my ex would grow up,
and to top it all off, I've been a PMSing anti-social bitch who's been stuffing chocolate in her face for the past three weeks.
Lawl.
I have swallowed more tea than the fair trade company could ever trade in a lifetime, and I have started to take White Girl Problem's blog way too seriously.

I just wish that someone would shake every worry off of me and tell me everything is going to be alright.
I know it will be, it always is.
It's just sometimes that reassurance from someone else is all it takes to believe it.

I also need my eyes to uncross. It's not a very chic look.


SEE WHAT I MEAN?!

This Girl Gets Me

I'm Sick Of Summer

A Special Limerick For You

There once was a silly young prick
who only ever listened to his dick.
It never failed to get hard
when staring at the "ex" card,
but shrunk when she gave it a kick.