Since I made a Tumblr account I haven't bothered with this blog at all. It's a little sad. Well, the saddest part is that I write these posts as if I'm addressing a mass of people when really I know that isn't the case because I haven't been receiving any comments or interest in my blog from anyone at all. I hoped that by making a blog I would not only get my words out for myself as a strategy for coping but to spread my words to other people beyond my reach. Maybe it's yet to come, I don't know.
In a nutshell:
My heart has been skimmed and bruised and smacked against a metaphorical pavement
I have not lost weight but probably mildly gained.
My face is still pleasant to look at, alright?
I still write in my journal.
I've written more really cliche songs. Meh, songs regardless.
I'm going to be in grade 12 next year so I am shitting my pants thinking of what the hell I want to do when I get out of this superficial rite of passage in my young adult life.
I do not have a boyfriend, hence the bruising of my heart--boy in plaid did end up with girl-with-frog-in-her-throat. Har har, I predicted it see!
I do have a problem where I fall in like with impossible people. Impossible because I aim for mature guys i'll never be able to be with.
I'm the worst child for my parents cuz I don't like to be told.
I need a job
I enjoy coffee and Mike's hard lemonades way too much. (not mixed together..yuck.)
Fireworks.
Music is my life.
Cottage is my sanctuary.
Keeping myself as busy as possible this summer so I don't have time for feeling sorry or disappointed in myself or missing anyone or being pathetic and feeling lonely. Cause that hole is a shitty one and it's so damn hard to crawl out of cause I hear they gots cookies on the dark side.
Boo hoo skadoo.
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