Hey, so who are you?

If I know you in my real life, would you please let me know that you read this?


It's nice to know who's listening. Thank you, everybody!

Deathly Hallows: Part 1

I can feel you heart-to-heart, Ron. I can feel you especially with the evil thing around your neck. I could feel the weight of evil around my chest, coursing through my veins and through out my body. Luckily, I nipped that in the bud and forced myself to recognize brightness again.

I came back, and so did Ron.

When you are Kirstin Wiig's character from Bridesmaids.

"I'm your life Annie! Fight back!"

God damn it. I'm fucking fighting back.

Ciarlene deals with her feelings

I just burnt some shit up. I burnt that shit that made me reminisce for years. That shit's muthafuckin done now. Now I'm eating muthafuckin breakfast while watching muthafuckin TV.

That shit's burnt up. That shit made me feel like something I'm not, which is shit. Now who's shit now, muthafuckas?

Slutty cunt fuckers!

I'm not a slutty cunt fucker. Not a lot of people are. I'm a good person. I'm a wonderful person. I am good enough.

I is kind. I is smart. I is important.

To Do List, to...I don't have to justify being nice to myself

- Find a good casual dress

- Fill up those journals

- Accomplish something

- be proud of said accomplishment

- Win something

- put more than half-assed effort into my appearance

- be a person people want to get to know

- banish insecurity into the DUNGEON

I have to go out there and dance

Waking up in the wee hours with anxiety in you heart and your eyes crying is not fun, but it happens often.

Why do I feel like I can't breathe? Am I in a rut? Why do I feel like breaking down sobbing? I'm too tired to..

Sitcoms have taught me that humorously burrowing yourself into the shit you're in will eventually work out for the better (usually in the span of half an hour). Let it wash over. Accept the asphyxiation. You'll wake up in a better place.

Have you ever felt like , because you're not trying to impress anybody, you've become less impressive?

Music first, logic later

I will publish a full original song on the Interwebz by the end of 2011.

PERSONAL GOAL.

Every time

Every time I cause a ruckus, it's scorned. Every time I make some sort of noise, I've been punished thoroughly . Because of this, I have a fear of making noise.

But I'm not going to give up. I know I deserve to be heard. Just because in the cases I've tried, I was silenced and put down in surplus doesn't mean II'm forever quiet.

I deserve to be heard, in both big and small ears.

I am not a failure because I can't compose good thing at this time.

I am a musician!

I AM!

(Just needed to tell myself that.)

Optimism

Optimism optimism optimism!

I am a strong, confident young lady.

I am in the real world. I have the power.

I am not intimidated by the real things that real people do and the real world they do them in.

I can be real, too. I am, in different ways.

I AM REAL.

"Not" an excuse to post pictures of my face.

This is what I look like. I like me (sometimes, at least). Also, reference if I ever need nice-looking pictures for whatever.

You know what I need?

A solo shopping session. Just for me and Christmas presents.


And then I'll trim my hair or something. Yes this is a good idea.


Then I'll do some musics. Yup.

Music material

Music material

Open

That is my word of the moment: OPEN. Nothing literal, no strange loopholes cutting me open, but...my self. Good things will come if one is open to it.

Guys, really...I'm straight.

A lot of times I want to snuggle in a guy's arms and sleep peacefully. I want to sing him sweet songs when he's troubled and be a friend for him too. I want to have returned feelings for a guy. I want our dis similarities to meld into our strong bond and connect. I am sexually attracted to males; even I have hormones sometimes. They're just in the middle of the night when I'm lonesome and troubled.

I want to date and have cute clichés while also maintaining myself and exemplifying himself.

I will almost never admit this, because I know being romantically vulnerable is a horrible, stupid thing. There's too much stupid for me to even CONSIDER opening myself up on that subject.

And, for the record, I have nothing against lesbians. I just dislike the conclusion that, because I have no obvious complaints about boys, then I am completely turned off by them.

What is it about a lonely desert road that can break your heart all over again?