Half an hour without Tumblr…. NOPE!
One Of My Sister's Best Moments
- Me: *gives Shannon a dress to try on*
- Shannon: *sigh*
- Shannon: *comes back with bra on underneath strapless dress*
- Me: Go take the bra off!
- Shannon: UGH! *goes back in her room*
- Shannon: *comes back with bra on over the strapless dress* HIGH FASHION!
- Me: *facepalm*
Before I Die I Will…
1) Participate in a pride parade
2) Run in The Color Run
3) Have the perfect wedding… and yes… it will be… PERFECT.
4) Get my abs back.
5) Backpack through Europe.
6) Join (or create) a chapter of Leukemia/Lymphoma Society wherever I live.
7) Go scuba diving.
8) Swim with dolphins
9) Learn how to play a string instrument (preferably violin)
10) Re-do the trip to Universal with my three best friends.
11) Go cliff jumping
12) ……….
West Babylon Senior High School Marching Eagles Field Show 2012 <3
And my sister will be the one dressed like Danny! =D
I get to vote in this upcoming major election. I vote for Neil and David and their two kids. I vote for all other families like theirs. I vote because everyone deserves to be able to love who they want and share that equally with the world.
Change
Started exercising daily again. Feeling better about myself each day. Eating healthy foods too. So much organic, gluten-free, no sugar added. It’s wonderful. This is the kind of lifestyle I’ve wanted for so long. Now that my dad is living the same way, I can too. Not vegetarian. Not at home at least. I don’t think my parents will ever be too accepting of that. But due to healthy eating and exercise, I’m getting rid of all the nonsense I ate this semester, within the last month of school especially. Before I go back to Potsdam, I’ll be doing a 5-day juice detox to get rid of all the bad stuff that I don’t want. It’s a smaller version of the detox my dad went through. It’s one thing to be told you’re pretty. It’s another thing to actually feel pretty. And I am going to work my ass off to feel pretty again.
Why I Love My Best Friends
- *phone rings at 8pm*
- Me: *grumble* Hello?
- Candice: Hai!
- Me: Hi. What's up?
- Candice: What're you doing?
- Me: Playing Temple Run. It's very excit-
- Candice: Where?
- Me: At home. In my bed?
- Candice: I think you need friends.
- Me: Perhaps...
- Candice: I think you need best friends.
- Me: Perhaps.
- Candice: I think you need adventures... to Taco Bell!
Fragile
Life has taught me to treat everything as if it could break at any moment. My family has always been broken. Always. Acting like it isn’t just makes it all worse later on. I enter into any relationship/friendship with the idea that this can’t possibly last. Nothing does. Everything ends up in pieces and then we need to move on. Why should anything work? Why would anything last? Life’s a struggle, right? Why should it make sense? If it does, then it’ll end shortly. Everything does. I won’t ever feel comfortable with letting anyone know me. Know what my life is. I can’t. I’m becoming like my mother. Her marriage is broken. I can’t stand to see that my mother isn’t getting the love and care she deserves. But her and my father…. I don’t see love. I see two people, staying together “for the sake of their children.” She’s hurting. She’s in pain. I see it. No matter how much I say I don’t want to end up like her, I keep putting up the same walls that she does. She works all the time. Doesn’t have many friends. Stays in on weekends and works. Sleeps separately from my father so much. She deserves so much more than she’s been given. She says she has us, her three children. She still deserves someone to love her more than my father does. These walls she has up to block out the pain, I see them building in me. I’m fighting. I’m losing myself. In losing myself, I’ll lose the friendships I have. The love I have.
I’m scared.
So I put my arms around you around you
And I know that I’ll be leaving soon
My eyes are on you they’re on you
And you see that I can’t stop shaking
No I won’t step back but I’ll look down to hide from your eyes
‘Cause what I feel is so sweet and I’m scared that even my own breath
Oh could burst it if it were a bubble
And I’d better dream if I have to struggle.
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