Inpiration

I need some. What to sing about? What to write about? I have been recently encouraged to write and I want to, but what do I write about? Maybe I should forgo these questions and just write, write, write, WRITE!

I'm going to read more, I need to read more. I feel like I'm getting dumber everyday that I'm not reading. I probably am. But when do I read? I'm always busy with friends, boyfriend, homework or SLEEPING. Gah.

xox

Well Hello There.

How are you? Long time, eh? Well...not really.
How inconvenient of you to stop by! Well actually, although your presence is always inconvenient, today it was convenient. Thanks for stopping by. Don't come again ;) <3

German.

Enough said ;)

For Katie's Sake

I'm blogging because Katie was told me I should. I haven't in a long time, but I don't know what to write about and I am probably just going to piss Katie off by making grammar and spelling mistakes. iN fcat i tinhk i wlil fcuk pu jsut to psis Ktiae off. I ma ginog to fcuk up ralely bad jsut to mses wtih her...atlugoh i hpoe it alultacy mkaes her lguah. :P And i rlaely hpoe she can raed it, ahahah. taht wulod be fnnuy if she culdno't raed it. In fcat i hvae tired to use all the crecort lterets and i hvae pobrably fceukd taht up as wlel. Hahah. Ktiae wlil hvae to let me konw.

Thinking, Realizing, Forgetting, and Remebering.

If I think about it, really think about it, I realize that I barely know you. Which is okay, because it makes sense-we didn't know each other for very long-but it's also not okay because I wish I did know you better. We spent some time together, not really by choice, but still some time together. And our parting was bitter sweet, for me at least. And now a month after I let myself forget, I find that I miss you even if I didn't really know you. And I regret not letting myself get to know you better because I don't see our paths colliding any time soon.

I want you, I want you so badd, it's driving me madd.

Sometimes I think about you when you're not around. More then I should.
Sometimes I forget who you are.
Sometimes when I am with you I never want to leave your side.
Sometimes when I am with you I feel nothing.

Sometimes I want you to talk to me.
But sometimes I wish you would leave.
Sometimes I want nothing but your eyes looking into mine,
Yet sometimes I can't wait for you to look away. So I can breathe, a little.

The Never Ending Parenthesis

I hate you Leona. End your effing parenthesis-now.

(NOW!)*