beware the jub jub bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch

there are only a couple of things i feel like i'm missing right now, i hope i don't float around waiting for them forever having hope makes life so scary. it's weird, the more good you have in life the more you have to lose. if you have nothing, you have everything to gain and nothing to lose. which do you think is better? hey i don't want anyone to think i'm perfect anymore. i'm telling you flat out, i'm not as great and confident as i pretend to be sometimes. i get nervous and shy and shaky and feel awkward, i blush easily. there are days when i look in the mirror and wonder why i can't look like someone else. i have issues (obviously) and it still takes almost everything i've got to accept myself. i worry a lot about things that really don't matter. i have good qualities, everyone does. i like to think i'm caring and empathetic and fun to be around, but that doesn't mean there aren't times when i don't give a shit about anythin

i'm feeling overcome with the insatiable desire for manflesh right now. this is going to be one of the most embarrassing posts of my life but by god it needs to be done i love "pretty boys." i love guys who play sports and work out and eat ridiculously huge amounts of food and don't care. i love tall boys, but not the stringbean type. i love muscles and guys who smell good. i love when guys mess with their friends. i love when they laugh and have dimples. i REALLY love when they're facing the sun and they look at you and give you that really squinty smile. i love when they act tough even when they're scared. iiiiiii have a little (huge) crush on sean faris oh yeah i forgot to mention i also think it's really attractive when guys have battle scars heh i know it's just stage makeup but don't ruin the dream for me this is SO embarrassing but i just finished reading this book and the entire time i was picturing him as the main character and if he h

want to know what i think of my current situation? interpret at will hey guess how i'm feeling today i better knock this off or i'm going to become boring and (gag) predictable! aaaaaanyway today has been pretty good. i rode this morning and it went really well, tomorrow i'm hauling up to a show to jump a little and one of my friends is bringing her little sister to watch. i'm going to start giving her sister lessons twice a week for $25/lesson so at least i'll be making a litttttle money because i'm a bum. WOW could this be any more typical "blog" post or what. so much for trying not to be boring that reminds me, i need to stop trying so hard. not in things like school or whatever blablablha but things like trying to get people to like me. i've noticed that the people who like me the most are the people who i never tried to impress. i end up making an idiot out of myself whenever i try to impress someone and i make it impossible for me to get clos

i fucking knew it why do i even bother with feeling good ugh

i am so black and white! it's a little (extremely) ridiculous. my throat is raw and sore, the past couple of days were full of desperation and regret. today i came to several realizations and i am, once again, on the other end of the spectrum. i'm afraid though, because usually these feelings leave me empty and choking on tears and wondering why i do everything (anything). i'm practically begging my feelings to stay. i wish they could hear me i love you so much i can't believe it sometimes. my stomach feels like a balloon and it's floating up my throat and my heart flutters and your eyes are the softest, kindest things i've ever seen. i'm dizzy and i'm inspired and terrified at the same time. tomorrow will be busy for me and that makes me scared. i worry worry worry when i feel like i have expectations to live up to (which is all the time.) it's really exhausting, i'm afraid of how it's going to affect me. please, feelings, please don't l

i want to write something worthwhile or be someone worth loving

i just...... don't know what to do with myself six words just shattered me. "You can get it back together." before that, i was composed. i didn't feel alright but i looked like i did, i'm damn good at saying everything's fine. my vibe is one of cool collectedness, mature and all the more wise for having gone through this. but inside i'm secretly wondering when i can crawl back to my bad habits and fuck things up again. i have a fresh wound on my arm and if somebody asks i'll say it was from playing too rough with my dog, then promise myself to do it somewhere less noticeable next time. "You can get it back together." somebody believes in me and i hate myself for potentially letting them down. i hate myself for the pain i'm causing my parents. i hate myself for not knowing what i want or what i need or what i like vs. what i've convinced myself i like. i THINK i like pain, i keep coming back to it and i like it while i'm in it, but

i'm going to look back on this time in my life as a lost year. i've been extraordinarily self-absorbed, not in the narcissistic way but just too inwardly focused and oblivious to everything going on outside my head. life has really been passing me by i'm going to remember this year as one of being pale and cold, wearing oversized hoodies and shivering, basing my self-worth on how much i starved, comforting myself with self-hatred and spider solitaire, staying up all night and sleeping all day. staring at myself in the mirror with eyes full of tears, avoiding my friends and social situations, and that hopeless feeling after i ate too much, followed by the realization that i could make it okay by starving the next day (or week). buying new belts because my old ones were too big and nursing blisters brought on by overexercising. for months i had a bruise on my lower back from endless crunches, and i loved it. i think one of these nights i'm going to go out and find a quiet

i cut my bangs earlier, they were bugging the shit out of me. i paid $60 to get it cut at a place j was OBSESSED with, and it turned out looking like i went to supercuts. thanks a lot. the girl who cut my hair was really nice though and we talked and she was a dancer. she was skinny and had nice curly red hair, but not ginger-kid red hair, just nice red. i said nice three times in this paragraph (four) NOTHING I SAY IS INTERESTING WHY DO YOU READ THIS why do i write this blllllllah hey maybe you don't read it maybe you only come to look at pictures i'm okay with that i have to get up at 7:00am :((( i just downloaded a ton of songs and only like 4 of them are good wah wah wah i could go on because i'm a whiny freak goodnight

GOD doesn't it suck when you hate somebody but it would be really awkward to tell them how you feel about them (for various reasons) especially when most of their pictures on myspace are of either a) their ass b) their boobs or c) them with drag makeup making a kissy face showing a considerable amount of cleavage and it would be SO easy to just comment every one with "SLUT" "WHORE" "TRASH" but you can't because your moms are (almost) best friends and you have to spend 2 solid weeks with her over the summer in california. fuck my life. and i mean it enough that i am not going to abbreviate it "fml" COYG (come on you guys) see doesn't that look silly, do we really need an acronym for everything????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? exaggerations are sometimes necessary list of facts: 1) my parents went to bed at like 8:30 2) one of my mom's rotten 9th grade students stole her iPod so she gave me her iPod stereo. i

i don't know who i am today. hmmmmm an extremely talented therapist/psychologist told me i am ridiculously hard to figure out and i was overcome with pride did i already talk about my fly killings waaaaaaait yes i did umm okay i'm going to drive my mom up to walmart because she needs cole slaw for the dinner **i will be making** tonight but i'm not done typing........ phew okay i'm back and i have more proof that i'm a bad person there's this one kid who's had a crush on me since 9th grade and i have 0 interest in him whatsoever but last night when i was talking to him i led him on with cutesy things like "night night" and pretended like i wasn't totally turned off by him. the awful thing is that if i were physically attracted to him i would be stoked that he liked me, but as is it's just a game for me. also i'm listening to lily allen "i'm not a saint but i'm not a sinner but everything's cool as long as i'm gettin

my stomach is growling, hunger is still my best friend. i didn't change as much as i told you i did. i still have intense mood swings and the best way to distract myself is to lose myself in old (bad) habits. well i can catch flies in my hands while they're flying, it's one of my strange talents and i killed one the other night in a rather cruel fashion. the whole time i was wondering what it was thinking (or feeling because i don't suppose insects think). am i an awful person? i'm leaning towards yes. i won't enable comments because i don't want to know what you really think of me but actually what i'm more scared of is that nobody thinks anything of me at all.

UGH i need to go to bed so i won't do something stupid i don't want to be home anymore, i don't want to be home anymore, i don't want to be home anymore My beloved monster and me We go everywhere together Wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves Gets us through all kinds of weather She will always be the only thing That comes between me and the awful sting That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean but hey since i've been back a couple of good things have happened (you don't understand how hard it is for me to admit that) uuum before i type more i have to go take something to knock me out or i'll be up all night ruining my life okay bye maybe i'll be back tomorrow

it's been almost three months since i left home, i can't believe how much i've changed. i would try to explain it but it's this strange and foreign sensation and i'm afraid the only way to know it is to feel it. i feel bad for anyone who never has felt it, i'd like to share it with the entire world. i'm utterly terrified that i'll wake up tomorrow morning and this will all have been a dream