Love and Hate
I love my little cousin who calls me Lola.
I hate being lied to.
I love having a best friend named Jude again.
I hate loosing my other best friend.
I love Virgina.
I hate onions.
I love hugs more than kisses.
I hate working, period.
I love staying up until all hours of the night for no reason.
I hate staying up until all hours of the night for no reason.
I love highlighters.
I hate promises.
I love the nerds, geeks, and dorks. Probably because I am one.
I hate meeting ex-boyfriend's new girlfriends because it screams awkward.
I love being the tomboysish me.
I hate being the person you made me.
And finally, I love finding out things about myself more than I like finding things out about you. I love discovering that I am changing everyday- growing older and wiser, while you are left behind with your big head. And I think it's funny, because I cried over this. I acted like a complete baby. A desperate, wounded, child. And a good friend snapped me out of it. It's okay to fall in love, I've learned. It's also okay to fall out of it. I can let my guard down and trust, but I have to prepare to be strong if something goes wrong as well. It's wonderful to be friends with someone you were in love with, as long as you have fixed your problems in a friendly manner. It's not okay to get into repetitive cycles of distress and stalker issues (haha). It's okay to cry, but you should never let yourself get so hysterical in public where you scream random things. It's never okay to date someone who hurts you repetitively. It's okay to try and fix things, even if it doesn't work out. And it's fine to depend on something, you just have to choose who you depend on wisely. People make mistakes and stupid decisions. It's okay to forgive once, not twice. And it's always okay to be happy. And I am, finally. So, thank your lucky stars Cricket- I think I've finally found the happy medium. No more like them, pinky promise.
♥ you.
L. Elizabeth
I hate being lied to.
I love having a best friend named Jude again.
I hate loosing my other best friend.
I love Virgina.
I hate onions.
I love hugs more than kisses.
I hate working, period.
I love staying up until all hours of the night for no reason.
I hate staying up until all hours of the night for no reason.
I love highlighters.
I hate promises.
I love the nerds, geeks, and dorks. Probably because I am one.
I hate meeting ex-boyfriend's new girlfriends because it screams awkward.
I love being the tomboysish me.
I hate being the person you made me.
And finally, I love finding out things about myself more than I like finding things out about you. I love discovering that I am changing everyday- growing older and wiser, while you are left behind with your big head. And I think it's funny, because I cried over this. I acted like a complete baby. A desperate, wounded, child. And a good friend snapped me out of it. It's okay to fall in love, I've learned. It's also okay to fall out of it. I can let my guard down and trust, but I have to prepare to be strong if something goes wrong as well. It's wonderful to be friends with someone you were in love with, as long as you have fixed your problems in a friendly manner. It's not okay to get into repetitive cycles of distress and stalker issues (haha). It's okay to cry, but you should never let yourself get so hysterical in public where you scream random things. It's never okay to date someone who hurts you repetitively. It's okay to try and fix things, even if it doesn't work out. And it's fine to depend on something, you just have to choose who you depend on wisely. People make mistakes and stupid decisions. It's okay to forgive once, not twice. And it's always okay to be happy. And I am, finally. So, thank your lucky stars Cricket- I think I've finally found the happy medium. No more like them, pinky promise.
♥ you.
L. Elizabeth