Edith Piaf, April March, Carla Bruni

So, I love this poem. Alfred Tennyson ( Read more... )

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Layla's address. I need to go to the mall to get her something. Because getting packages is the best.

I loved him, and he didn't love me back. Nothing can possibly hurt more than that. I feel so alone right now. Everything, how we both felt during the year, all the drama with my friends, all so that I could fall in love with another guy who didn't love me back. I feel so horrible I can't feel anything else.

I feel like I finally have learned my lesson about people. If someone truly cares about you, be it a boy or a friend, they will put in the time and effort to see you and show you that they care. KJ obviously didn't have feelings for me: he never called, made plans with me, or made an effort to talk to me. Tim would go out of his way to do that sort ( Read more... )

Today I saw Elaine, Lacey, and Layla hanging out. It made me feel terrible. I want to go to college and forget they exist.

Playing a dangerous game. Don't get burned.

What's worse than wanting something you can never have?

Knowing you could have had it, if only you had done just one thing differently.

Story of my life. I know I should live without regrets, but I'm really having a hard time with that. If only, if only. . .

"Amor fugado ( Read more... )

always more to do, always some undone assignment, some piece of pointless crap to be done so I can move ahead in life.

The bright spots in life are racing out of control over snow, the mindless drama of Gossip Girl, and a guilty text message.

I must imagine that there is more than this mediocrity.