post number thirty six

i'm tired and tomorrow is picature day. hopefully ma new specs will make for a loverly picature. i have a headache though so i am not staying up. got a new pea coat today.. it's positively gorgeous.

i still want to go to the god forsaken prom. 

ove is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. But you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the stain ruined your favorite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. And with time it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.

When you can't be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?

Whoever gossips to you... will gossip about you

i myself am made entirely of flaws
stitched together with good intentions.

i rise in the morning torn between the desire
to improve the world, and the desire to enjoy
the world. this makes it hard to plan my day

you weren't a mistake;
just a mean realization that
i could do better.

you're only sorrybecause you got caught

Courage is not the absense of fear
but the judgement of something
that is more important.

"If you didnt have pain you wouldnt
know what good felt like."
- Tyra Banks

you keep saying, "yeah, i'm over him" but it
seems like you're trying to convince yourself
of something, rather than trying to tell me.