Laying down in the backseat of my jeep, listening to the music that describes me better than any thing, wind blowing through the whispering hairs the wind has licked free from my slicked hair.
A slight breeze, the evening heat perfect enough to remind me of those past summer nights, the times when love was breaking, but also building so strong.
29 days left to have these kinds of moments where I know I'll be returning to my house, to a life that I'm happy and comfortable in. A life I wouldn't give up for anything. Returning to the people I've been friends with for years.
It's all about to change, and this is the first time in the new me's life that I'm not excited for the change.
But maybe that's why I need it..
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
Tender moments
It's sweet times like tonight that make it all worth it.
...Sending a part of me with every one of them xoxo
...Sending a part of me with every one of them xoxo
Sunday, April 28, 2013
HashtagAttentionWhore.
Do they really get sick of her?
Do you think about me like I think about you?
I wonder if my head is wondering things it has no business wondering?
Could I get just and hour of closure?
Do you think you could prove my theory wrong just once? I leave in 35 days...
I wonder what he thinks about that peck I gave him on my doorstep?
Why do I sincerely care so much about 3 boys more than anyone else?
How could anyone believe there isn't a god?
Why do my heart and my head want two completely different things?
Can we spend every extra moment together? I leave in 35 days...
Is it wrong to want someone that significant out of my life?
Will I ever be tan again? I mean seriously, I look arctic.
I think to sum up these questions I could use 5 words: boys, friends, future, religion, and random.
It's becoming more and more daunting as my days become more limited; life is not just ending the chapter of high school, but also the friends chapter, and the little girl chapter, and so many other chapters I didn't even know I had in my Book of Life.
The more happy times I have with my friends, the more I cry myself to sleep. The more days that pass proving my theory right, the more I cry myself to sleep. The more I smile at the simple things, the more I cry myself to sleep. There are so many happy things making this transition so much harder.
So many things will be different when I get home, only to change even more a few months later.
And I'm absolutely petrified.
... And she KNEW she was being psycho and obsessive, but the response she wanted she just wasn't getting. HashtagAttentionWhore.
Do you think about me like I think about you?
I wonder if my head is wondering things it has no business wondering?
Could I get just and hour of closure?
Do you think you could prove my theory wrong just once? I leave in 35 days...
I wonder what he thinks about that peck I gave him on my doorstep?
Why do I sincerely care so much about 3 boys more than anyone else?
How could anyone believe there isn't a god?
Why do my heart and my head want two completely different things?
Can we spend every extra moment together? I leave in 35 days...
Is it wrong to want someone that significant out of my life?
Will I ever be tan again? I mean seriously, I look arctic.
I think to sum up these questions I could use 5 words: boys, friends, future, religion, and random.
It's becoming more and more daunting as my days become more limited; life is not just ending the chapter of high school, but also the friends chapter, and the little girl chapter, and so many other chapters I didn't even know I had in my Book of Life.
The more happy times I have with my friends, the more I cry myself to sleep. The more days that pass proving my theory right, the more I cry myself to sleep. The more I smile at the simple things, the more I cry myself to sleep. There are so many happy things making this transition so much harder.
So many things will be different when I get home, only to change even more a few months later.
And I'm absolutely petrified.
... And she KNEW she was being psycho and obsessive, but the response she wanted she just wasn't getting. HashtagAttentionWhore.
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