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first and foremost, i'm a small town girl from the bay. it's shaped who i am today. it has everything to do with why i like the simple things in life. the most important thing in life to me, is reading. i love to read; especially fiction. which brings me to.. i believe in magic and fairytales. i still wish on the first star i see at night, and you'll never see me without my socks inside out to ward away the fairies. i intend to spend my life traveling and working only to pay for these trips. i am the biggest harry potter nerd and proud of it. i have a way with words and use that to my advantage. i am crazy, unpredictable and irrational.. and i wouldn't have it any other way. i am who i am, you're approval is neither desired nor required

Monday, September 20, 2010

post number twenty

My name is Alex
I am a silent victim


into the second week at school.. getting more and more painful. i like to pretend school is unneccessary but we all know it is. ugh. 
got in a huge fight tonight. boys are so frustrating; ugh i know i was right!! then again. all us females do. but i really was right. there is no way he was right, because i was. in the area of drugs, i will always, always be right. we got over it though and of course i forgot all about it. i am truely a serious idiot.. 
life is as grand as it usually is over in the newly big blue house. i've spent my whole life complaining about the way it looked and wanting it to be improved.. now i only want to improve those living it. good luck with that.
this all needs to go away... and fast. i'm getting beyond tired.  

So be sure when you step, step with great care and tact. And remember, life is a great balancing act.

--Dr. Seuss


I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling empty inside. I’m tired of feeling worthless. I’m tired of feeling stuck. I’m tired of feeling crazy. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of yelling. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. I’m tired of missing things. I’m tired of missing people. I’m tired of remembering. I’m tired of wishing I could start all over. I’m tired of not being able to just let go. I’m tired of faking it. I’m tired of being different. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of needing help. I’m tired of always wondering when God is finally going to let me be happy. Most of all, I’m just tired of being tired


"I’m sick of my life going in everyone elses direction. I’m sick of taking it upon myself to make it work out of them. For once, I want something to go my way, for one thing to be about me. I try so hard to make everyone elses lives easier, but no one seems to bother to return the favor. And I want things to change."


Of course it's complicated. If it wasn't, I probably wouldn't be interested in you.


I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure, indigo, cerulean, cobalt, periwinkle -
And, suddenly, the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He just... He brings the sun


206 bones in the human body and i want to jump every one of yours.


I believe in payback.
Letting people screw you over
is just lazy and uncreative.


perfection is impossible;
but the allusion of perfection is attainable.
You do it well


With arms wide open life's becoming a thousand shades of blue,
partly broken lost and lonely.
they're all just shades of you.


Well, all I wanted was a hand to hold me down- to keep the sky from swallowing me up.
And all I ever needed was someone to come around and tell me I've suffered long enough.



I realized how beautiful the sky was the other day.
Then I realized it’s because you’re up there.


Shin: A device for finding furniture in the dark


Cinderella believed in dreams, all right, but she also believed in doing something about them. When Prince Charming didn't come along, she went over to the palace and got him.
-Walt Disney


am a simple person who has to deal with a complicated life




a girl worth kissing is not easily kissed


its kind of an interesting thought when your boyfriend doesn't tell you that you look pretty,
but your guy friends never forget to


just a little advice: don't play games with a girl that can play them better


you weren't at school yesterday which kind of defeated the purpose of me going




      


        
 

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