thoughts, I guess.
There really is nothing like summer.
It doesn't make sense.
So many summers have passed with soooo many memories, good and bad.
They're not the same anymore, that's for sure.
That's the most time away I've had from Tyler yet.
But they've been some of our best times.
I can't believe we've been together for a year.
I don't understand how people can flirt shamelessly with other people when they have a boyfriend.
Nothing is as it seems.
Who knew it would be this way?
My voice isn't the same.
People have changed. Even if it's not necessarily for the good or bad, it's just different.
I never journal anymore.
I haven't even written about my mom's surgery or anything in it.
Some people just aren't sensitive enough.
I'm scared to leave ENC.
It's going by way too fast.
Some people say you don't know what you have until it's gone.
I know what I have now.
These times won't come again.
((If you only knew.))
I can't believe it's 2008.
My sister graduates this year.
The new year didn't feel like anything.
I was supposed to go see my great grandmother over break.
These five lines have each gotten longer and I didn't even mean for them to.
I don't believe hardly anything anymore.
I love my puppies.
I feel like everyone is so much prettier than me.
I don't recognize myself in the mirror most of the time.
I want Ingrid Michaelson's CD. Now.
I still hate drinking.
Passionately.
I judge you when you drink.
I judge you when you swear.
You're not the same.
Neither is she.
My constant doesn't feel constant.
Honestly, nothing is what I thought it would be.
It doesn't make sense.
So many summers have passed with soooo many memories, good and bad.
They're not the same anymore, that's for sure.
That's the most time away I've had from Tyler yet.
But they've been some of our best times.
I can't believe we've been together for a year.
I don't understand how people can flirt shamelessly with other people when they have a boyfriend.
Nothing is as it seems.
Who knew it would be this way?
My voice isn't the same.
People have changed. Even if it's not necessarily for the good or bad, it's just different.
I never journal anymore.
I haven't even written about my mom's surgery or anything in it.
Some people just aren't sensitive enough.
I'm scared to leave ENC.
It's going by way too fast.
Some people say you don't know what you have until it's gone.
I know what I have now.
These times won't come again.
((If you only knew.))
I can't believe it's 2008.
My sister graduates this year.
The new year didn't feel like anything.
I was supposed to go see my great grandmother over break.
These five lines have each gotten longer and I didn't even mean for them to.
I don't believe hardly anything anymore.
I love my puppies.
I feel like everyone is so much prettier than me.
I don't recognize myself in the mirror most of the time.
I want Ingrid Michaelson's CD. Now.
I still hate drinking.
Passionately.
I judge you when you drink.
I judge you when you swear.
You're not the same.
Neither is she.
My constant doesn't feel constant.
Honestly, nothing is what I thought it would be.