“Just find what makes you happy and focus on that.” BUT THERE’S NOTHING. NOTHING. Sure, I smile in the little moments, there are some good times, but there’s no one thing I can grasp onto and hold. Things that make me happy one minute destroy me the next. My passions have become my greatest sources… Continue reading Badly Written, Incomplete, and Possibly Depressing
It’s two twenty nine And I wish, I wish I had a boy on my mind Instead of whatever this is
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Due Time.”
Okay. This is so appropriate right now. I guess it is for a lot of people, since it’s right before Christmas.
Anyway, I should be studying but I needed a distraction. My last two finals are tomorrow, and as soon as I scribble down the last word on my Biology test, this all consuming ball of constricting stress in my stomach shall hopefully dissipate. I’m kind of viewing that as my “deadline” … as soon as the bell rings at 2:30, I’m outta there. I’m going to spend some time with my boyfriend – he really just de-stresses me – and the last remnants of finals anxiety will be banished. Unfortunately the rest of the weekend is pretty busy, with my mom’s birthday celebration Friday night, my grandma’s birthday on Saturday, and babysitting for the better half of Sunday, but I’m confident that sleep and Netflix will make their long awaited debut among it all.
Deadlines-wise I also have yearbook, and we are way behind, but that never really goes away. I think I’ll cry with happiness when we get these 30 spreads submitted though.
Anyway, I really miss WordPress at the moment! I just haven’t had the time or energy to be present.
Love you all,
My grandpa got me this epic Cross pen(cil) that, if you twist it, can be a black pen, a red pen, or a mechanical pencil. And it’s a stylus on the other end. It’s excellent – I’m never going to use anything else in my life. My grandpa works in Argentina but he’s in town… Continue reading Isn’t it beautiful?
A word, a glance A huddled stance The shifting like a grotesque dance A murmured name A blush of shame Two years of silence, me to blame A girl, a boy One loud, one coy She trembled with both fear and joy But logic won She turned to run But was it from or towards the sun?
Thanks, Daily Post – I needed a timed free write. I’ve had this idea in my mind lately, and I didn’t have a chance to write it out in History today because we actually did crap. Shocking, right? Anyway, friends…friends are difficult for me. I’m not one of those people who doesn’t have any or… Continue reading amici
I like to call this my “yes-I-may-seem-peppy-now-but-that’s-cause-I-got-exactly-zero-hours-of-sleep-and-I-know-I’m-going-to-crash-and-be-bitchy-later-so-sorry-in-advance-but-you-have-been-forewarned” shirt.