all we can do is keep breathing
One last night of freedom before the prison returns...
Dance parties make my life along with music friends and boys.
Over the past two weeks i feel like i have been the slutiest of my life, 4 different people one bed one hallway and one car. I live a life of adventure and i have discovered that 4 way kisses are great fun. I feel that boys are relative just like any other part of life and that if one puts to much into them it ruins who they really are. It is a struggle to be your true self in the world today. Influence is everywhere media friends parents society school everywhere. If one can reach the impossible and just be themselves I hope to know them!
I feel that since my journal name is a little strange and some that are as inquisitive as me want might to know why i chose such a strange name. Well one night there was a dance party on the famous intersection in my mind 6th and adams. There was lots of bumbing music and dancing with my favorite gals, there was four of us at this particular party. It was late at night right after we had thrown a surprise party for one of my friends bella who had just turned 16. It was great fun the theme was shots and we had water guns and other forbidden liquids, but back to the story of the name, we went to this dance party and as we were all dancing in a little square this boy asks us if we were a 4 girl rock band and we said yes and i came up with the name the snappers and the clappers.
As nice of a time as that was that party brought me the boy i mentioned in the previous post and another, Through these people there were too many firsts and too many heartbreaks so fuck it! and thats where the end of my name comes in, i really like it snapclapfuck!
Tonight i went on a walk with my friend in the freakishly warm winter weather and we talked off all sorts of things but i feel like every conversation comes back to this idea of life. Why are we here, where did we come from, what is our purpose???
Dance parties make my life along with music friends and boys.
Over the past two weeks i feel like i have been the slutiest of my life, 4 different people one bed one hallway and one car. I live a life of adventure and i have discovered that 4 way kisses are great fun. I feel that boys are relative just like any other part of life and that if one puts to much into them it ruins who they really are. It is a struggle to be your true self in the world today. Influence is everywhere media friends parents society school everywhere. If one can reach the impossible and just be themselves I hope to know them!
I feel that since my journal name is a little strange and some that are as inquisitive as me want might to know why i chose such a strange name. Well one night there was a dance party on the famous intersection in my mind 6th and adams. There was lots of bumbing music and dancing with my favorite gals, there was four of us at this particular party. It was late at night right after we had thrown a surprise party for one of my friends bella who had just turned 16. It was great fun the theme was shots and we had water guns and other forbidden liquids, but back to the story of the name, we went to this dance party and as we were all dancing in a little square this boy asks us if we were a 4 girl rock band and we said yes and i came up with the name the snappers and the clappers.
As nice of a time as that was that party brought me the boy i mentioned in the previous post and another, Through these people there were too many firsts and too many heartbreaks so fuck it! and thats where the end of my name comes in, i really like it snapclapfuck!
Tonight i went on a walk with my friend in the freakishly warm winter weather and we talked off all sorts of things but i feel like every conversation comes back to this idea of life. Why are we here, where did we come from, what is our purpose???