I need someone to want me

perfection isnt necessary for us to love anyone. its those moments. those glints of light in their eyes that reminds you that you ARE important and someone actually SEES you. no matter how faint or infrequent or quick those moments are, they happen.

tonight i finally found out which guy was going to ask me to senior prom. i was the idiot that told the friend that told me, to tell him i didnt want to go. why do i do this to myself?! he was a really nice guy.
and it just goes to show you, that you never know who sees you.

when a guy says "i love your friendship", you're doomed. friend zone. BANG.

In a way, it's been you all along. In another way, it will never be you.

I think i've unleashed my talents too soon.
all the yuck annoying girls from highschool that are married all had to learn to be awesome after they got married. i dont understand this.
and i have always had the talents and am generally awesome and nobody wants me?

does your heart skip a beat whenever you see me too? just wondering

I saw your dad the other day. He was driving a small pickup truck, like you drive/drove. I wonder, was this your truck?

"Sometimes people are beautiful
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are."
-Markus Zusak (I am the Messenger, book)

I love that there's a part of me deep down inside that if untamed, would destroy everything. I call it my "lifetime movie self" because people on lifetime movies never hold back. they always strike out and do exactly what they wish they could do no matter who it hurts or what the consequences. I know better. The better part of me keeps this part way deep down inside. Safe. It's a little empowering knowing that something wants out but isn't being given to the power to do so.

text

There are days I pospone opening your text for fear of the day you will say you hate me

"The thing I keep learning about endings is that they aren't a long time coming, and they don't sneak up on you either, because endings just don't happen...With a book it's easy to distinguish but what qualifies as The End when it comes to life?"

(from the book JULIE and JULIA by Julie Powell)

Taking Back Sunday - Your Own Disaster

My inbox

In my phone he isn't chris. He's douchebag. So my inbox is filled with douchebags