December 2009
3 posts
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Dear Tumblr,
Oh how I’ve missed you. When’s the last time I even posted on here? It’s just been too long. Right now I’m laying in my bed with a broken heart and a swollen mouth from getting my wisdom teeth removed, yesterday. Surprisingly, I’m recovering a lot quicker that anyone had thought I would. I only had to take one Vicadin (sp?) despite the fact that I could have taken...
September 2009
4 posts
Kate Voegele Rocks my Ears.
But so many people are looking to me To be strong and to fight But Im just surviving I may be weak but Im never defeated And Ill keep believing In clouds with that sweet silver lining
I’m having a very oxymoronic day. And right now I’m going to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in 3D with one of my very best friends whom is basically a brother. This is going to be a promisingly fun afternoon.
(500) Days of Summer is a wonderful movie with a perfect soundtrack. Nuff said.
I think the worst part is that I know I’m putting myself through all of this pain. I could prevent it, just admit that I still love him. I see it now. I really do. But I can’t admit it, I can’t admit that I’m wrong. I keep trying to move on, trying to see other guys, trying to feel that special something with someone else. And when I think I actually do, when I feel a...
August 2009
5 posts
We broke up. I thought I had moved on. I found another great guy, you don’t know that yet. But when he asked me out I couldn’t find it in me to say yes. And now that I find out you are crushing on another girl, I’m completely broken inside again. I can’t do this.
Some lady called me today from a restricted number. She yelled at me for having her phone. It was CLEARLY my phone that I was holding in my hand. After about five minutes of trying to get her to tell me what her number was so I could see if she had the wrong number.. she finally told me her number. Bravo for someone not typing their OWN phone number correctly. Gosh, the nerve of people.
July 2009
8 posts
Yes, I’ll be broken hearted. Blue, since the day we parted. Why why, did I ever let you go?
I really want to fluently be able to speak either french or german. Or latin, that’s a good choice too.
I like visiting my cousins. They’re only a town away but the people there like love me. It makes me feel so good about myself.
Right now, I honestly feel like if I just cooped myself up in my room for the rest of the summer that the only people that would notice would be my parents and they’d yell at me for not spending time with them. The Royalaires (flag spinning team) might notice that someone is missing, but that’s really it. I feel worthless to anybody’s life. Jess would notice, but she likes to...
5619.) I used to have a lot of friends, and hung...
(via blogsecret)
I just bitched out my former best friend. I don’t know if I’m relieved to have that stress of always being somewhat bitter towards her out of my life or if I’m sad that I know our friendship will never ever be mended anymore.
i posted this in a facebook note. he probably...
I’m sorry that my feelings have changed. But I’ve changed and I guess those feelings changed with it. The last thing that I ever wanted to do was hurt anybody, even though I know that was somewhat inevitable. I never wanted it to end this way at least, I feel like I don’t know anything that’s going on in your life anymore. We don’t talk, at all, the only way I know...
Okay so I’ve been gone since Wednesday on vacation with my sister, Denise and her husband, Mike and my tumblarity goes down to zerooo. Haha, it’s okay though. I’m over it. I’m just trying to get my life back into place again. There’s so many pieces missing that I know I’m never going to ever be able to completely fill back up again.
I’ll probably only...
I keep burping. This is disguisting. I never burped, until today, and it’s happening of epic proportions. And all I ate was Dibs and Strawberries. Lmao
I have to write another essay.
This one is stupid and pointless. Like, honestly. I have to basically write an essay about how another person wrote there essay. Only one paragraph in the whole essay I’m writing has anything to do with the information in it. I feel bad for the author of the article I chose. Their ideas aren’t even necessarily being heard. I’m just supposed to sit here critiquing their writing...
June 2009
176 posts
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. To feel like a complete shitty person. But I feel like he’s trying to make me pity him? So do I fight back or do I act like I care, because I really do care, but just not in the same way as before. I do love him, but I’m not in love with him.
I did it. I’m free. I’m no longer trapped. My biggest fear was hurting him. But I really don’t think I did. I wouldn’t say I’m happy right now. But I don’t know if I’m sad either. I’ve never had this emotion before. I don’t think I ever want it again.
“Michael Jackson. It’s like, you say something about him, and everybody...”
I miss...
my best friends. I haven’t seen Luke or Jess in over a week, this seriously blows. I might see Jess today, but that’s not even guaranteed. I just want to talk to them, I need advice from a talking speaking human being. Ughh.
4299.) I can't even cry anymore.
(via blogsecret)
I want to feel like I’m golden again. I need to learn to love myself again before I can be in love with someone else. That’s just how it is. I hate that this might hurt him, but I can’t lie about it anymore. I just can’t.
Michael Jackson died?
(via tiresome)
Heartattack, from what I hear.
I need to stop lying to myself. My head is pounding. I’m going to go get some rest. Sometimes I feel like I’m living inside the pages of a book, but then I look at the mirror and I remember that it’s all real. It kind of makes me depressed that each day I’m losing more and more time to make it all one step closer to better.
my hip is sore.
I don’t know if I can keep up with this whole ‘tumblarity’ thing anymore. I was in the 150’s two days ago and now I’m back down to 102. With emotions, work, school, friends, etc.. I can’t keep up. I mean, I’m totally going to come on here every day pretty much and post at least one thing, but I’m not going to be checking this every hours or so.
I...
I think I might be a lesbian. Ha. Let’s just go with that for now. (;
4093.) I don't remember telling my mother I loved...
(via blogsecret)
I will never let myself get like that, I refuse. I don’t ever want to regret something with a person when they pass. For my cousin Jess, my grandpa, and my cousin Ryan, I regret nothing. We always talked, it was great. It sucks hugely that they’re gone now, but they know that I loved them. And they know that I’m happy that they can at least all be safe together...
Holy Crud.
So if I don’t post something for a whole day my tumblarity goes down from the 140’s to the 110’s. Sorry I wanted to have fun at Cedar Point tumblr. lol
Anyways, I’m not going to even try and read everything that I missed. Cedar Point was the bomb diggity and I’m sore as butt from royalaires combined with all the walking that I did yesterday. My cousin and I also got...
I become so good at hiding inside my shell. But it’s almost not even like I’m hiding, because I’m so outgoing if I just keep all the sad stuff inside of me. It’s kind of starting to get annoying, to me personally, and one of these days I swear I’m going to crack. I just pray it doesn’t ruin everything in my life.
I also feel like such a lying hoe this week...
1940's
I took a quiz that was about what era I should have grown up during and I got the 1940’s which is pretty baller since I’ve always been interested in that time period. The quiz also said a lot of other stuff about me, which I don’t quite understand how it could know that much from only 10 questions. Weird. Here it is:
You are the ultimate romantic at heart. You put a high...
Spontaneous.
My tumblarity went down 12 today. Boooo. But today was really spontaneous and I liked it. Although it actually really wasn’t all that spontaneous. Well, I woke up and watched like three episodes of One Tree Hill. Then I went to Borders to buy The Golden Compass. I ran into Luke’s friend Adam there, which was kind of awkward, consider our relationship is in kind of a rut right now and...
3943.) I promise I'll be jealous of your next...
(via blogsecret)
I’m scared that this is what I’m going to feel like. And I feel like a bitch for thinking like this.
For once..
sheisangel:
i will let my hair down..
And not worry about the things in my life..
And admit that I get scared too..
Like I am right now..
Perhaps, I shall admit that i fear of losing control of my life. Always.
That I’m not always capable of controlling everything that concerns me..
That surrounds me..
That I don’t control my destiny..
That there are things in my life that I have...