December 2010
Everything rocks.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and I’m spending it with Lauren, just like we did two years ago when everything was new. She was new. Brandon was new. Happiness felt new again. Even Trevor wasn’t exactly new, but things were different between us. There was no Mike. There was no Paige.
A lot has changed since then. I don’t hang out with any of the shitheads that I used to....
I fucking love 8bit.
Just try to feel like shit while listening to 8bit!
That was almost a cheer. I didn’t even mean it to be.
Watchtaayylloorrr:
theresmoretolifethanbeingalive:
changinglove:
stevedub:
My Story, please reblog and spread the word!
My god, you are my hero.
this just made my life. and btw; SYDNEY ROSTAR FUCKING WATCH THIS!
me: hold on, watching sad video.
cw: why
me: nevermind, turned out to be funny.
Yes.
I noticed something before I got in the shower...
It was that I am so, so beautiful.
The function, of, that police action, those interventions in Central America and the Middle East— the function is system sustaining. It is to maintain that overall system. And you don’t look at the particular cost. I can demonstrate to you that every single bank robbery, that in every single case practically, the cost of the police was more then the actual money that the robbers took...
“Every day I wake I tell myself a little harmless lie; the whole wide world is...”
– Angels and Airwaves
I'm sick all the time and this is the first year...
I’m on the brink of becoming a woman and I’m afraid there is no place in the working world for people like me. I hide my condition(s) from my boss and my co-workers because I’m afraid if they knew the truth of how often I come into work sick or why I really can’t work on Wednesdays, they’d think I’m replacable. Even so, everyone can usually tell when I’m...
I left you waiting up all night for me, and I know that’s mean, but I do it a lot because I like that you will.
Day Thirty
I am a daughter, sister, niece, aunt, grand-daughter, cousin, friend, best friend, girlfriend, feminist, deist, role-model, goofball, cunt, intellectual, reader, social activist, writer, dancer, clinical depression-sufferer, asthmatic, blonde, beauty, cat-person, old soul, critic, pessimist, “girly-girl”, social butterfly, liar, Nintendo nerd, hostess, singer, woman, and child.
Day Twenty-Nine
In the past month I have learned how to crochet, use the DVR, and the plus que parfait in French. I also learned a lot about gay rights issues through GSA. I learned a bit about feminism and hope to learn a lot more from the books I asked for for Christmas. I learned that my mental health directly affects my phsyical health, and this year, for the positive. I also learned that I have the greatest...
Day Twenty-Seven
I am doing this thirty day challenge for no good reason.
No
NOT everyone gets depressed. I could write an endless rant about this, but I never will. It’s just too goddamn personal.
Day Twenty-Six
My best friends are perfect. They are the greatest things to ever happen to me and I love them to death. I need them more than ever certain days. I get very attached to people. A lot of the people who think they are my friends irritate the fuck out of me and I hate them. That happens in school, I suppose. That happens in life, I suppose. It’s called dealing with your surroundings in a civil...
Just another perfect night.
I can feel the change in my blood and in my bones. The hardest part so far is upon me and the strain is present, but it won’t win. I could feel it today and I tried so goddamn hard to control it. But it’s not something I have ever been able to control. The acceptance of that fact is what has allowed for this change to manifest itself inside me and that’s why everything is...
If I were a rich man With a million or two I’d live in a penthouse In a room, with a view And if I were handsome It could happen Those dreams do come true I wouldn’t have nothin’ If I didn’t have you
Day Twenty-Five
If you were to look in my bag you would find: make up, wallet, Prickles the hedgehog, chap-stick, cell phone, pen, and if I’m in school then books, folders, notebooks, and my planner.
**AND COMING SOON**
an iPod.
Day Twenty-Four
Dear Mom,
You have been the greatest mother I could ask for. Everything I’ve put this family through has been hard and you are the one person who has fought for me the whole time. Depression is an illness that is not easy for people to understand, especially when they have that mentality that says, “That could never happen to me or my family.” I love you. I love you for your...
I'm sick in my mind and sick in my body
I stayed home from school today because I felt like shit. I went to dinner at Jerusalem Gardens last night in Ann Arbor with Brandon and Mike and the weather was pretty bitter. It was so worth it, but I still feel pretty awful. Brandon brought me a bowl of lemon rice soup because he’s awesome. It’s pretty heavenly. I need to go back to sleep soon, being concious is not doing anything...
Day Twenty-Three
Things I crave a lot:
candy (not chocolate)
pizza
tacos
green tea
sweet tea
somewhere to go
books
