I absolutely adore my new layout.
I got it off of freelayouts, . they're wonderful there. it's made by rurounivash.

anyway.

these are my excellent new shoes, and when i say excellent... it's an understatement.

( Live...and Let Live... )

I wrote this... im not sure what it is, a new years resolution mixed in with a poem all at once... not my best... but, whatever it is... it is.

Maybe Now...

A summary.
A lifetime of proof wrapped up in a month.
A torturous style of living for someone else...anyone but yourself.
Welcome home, the dreaded two words...
Translation : Depression. ( Read more... )

( My new hair... pictures as promised... )

So, love is forgiving, and sweet and sincere, and happy. Time. Sweet time. Love comes with time ( Read more... )

I really fucked up this time.

Happy Fucking New Year.

Love Always,
Me

Just got home from Vermont ( Read more... )

So, christmas eve was alright -- it's usually my favorite holiday. I have always gone to my grandmother's house and seen my mom's side of the family. We did that, and it was excellent - lots of drinking, a reading of the Grinch from my uncle, opening of gifts... the giants didnt win, but... i'll survive. Matt called me from the road just to say ( Read more... )

Ever feel like you're a waste of life?
Like...when your father pinches you in the side of the stomach...
You can stress the fact that you do work out at school, and you ARE on dance team.
But, it doesn't mater to him.
I'm still the same god damn fat ass waste of life I was before I left for school.
I hate it here.

happy fucking holidays.

I'll ( Read more... )

A new life back at school. Not wanting to come home.
Being here, wishing to be back there.
My life is there.
My friends (minus the very few I have left here), My boyfriend,
My comfort zone, My control.
Everything that represents the negative in my life is here.
Self consciousness, Negativity, Sadness, Lonliness.I just want to be back at ( Read more... )

Here is a scale.
Weigh it out and you will find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
They are smeared and these blurs come in random order to color the eyes of your former lovers.
Hers were green like July except when she cried they were red ( Read more... )