I am thinking way too fucking much right now.

I know this is emo and old-school but i have to post these lyrics

You cannot quit me so quickly
Is no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love

The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I ( Read more... )

 me: "oh yeah I left my make up bag at school" 
mom: "well, we don't have much make-up here at the house! what are we going to do?" 
me: "oh it's okay, i don't really wear make up anymore except on the weekends" 
mom: "But you HAVE to wear make-up! Everyone has to wear make-up!" 

 I know nothing about jobs.

Do you think it's too late to apply for a summer job?

I quit. I finally quit it.

 there's something not right....
something missing...

 To discover what you left behind
What you lost
What you once had
is it better now?
Everything is not possible.
Perfection cannot be achieved. 
Satisfaction is hard to reach.
This is not poetry.
Writing is a passion.
Peeing in bushes is a necessity. 

 We have to make some homemade gift for our "secret snowflake" in our section. I can't sew or do crafts and I love cooking but i have never done it completely alone before ( Read more... )

From what Ive seen ( Read more... )

maybe i need to slow the fuck down?