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Thursday, August 18, 2011

Seriously??

Knock it off. You are not queen of this house. I don't CARE how much your freaking stomach hurts. Either lay down and nurse it, or GET OVER IT. Stop being a total grouch, and actually let people do you favors. Oh, and remember what she said about the music? Yeah. Don't fight, or she'll take it away. You start fights when you turn on the radio, hear a country song, then turn it off. Is it MY fault that our radio doesn't get your stupid pop station?? NO! So suck it up. I'm sick and tired of your stupid, irritating, priggish ways. Get over yourself.


Geez, I can't wait to LEAVE. Seriously. This will be the best. Vacation. Ever.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Dear Theo,

Remember that promise you made 3 years ago? Time to deliver...


Sincerely,
MANGO!!!!!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Declaration

I WILL be strong this year. I do not need a boyfriend or a posse to get me through this year, no matter what happens. I will not let anyone's crap distract me from my goals and my plans for the future. No petty drama is more important than that. I will not live in the moment, so that I can live for the future.


If you have an issue with this, I don't care. I will do whatever it takes, because I know that what I want means rising above what people will think or say. I know that my dreams rest on doing well, and I know that doing well rests on not letting myself get sucked into the mire of teenage drama.

My future is mine, and no one will take it from me.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Haiku

'Neath the nighttime skies
The heart reveals its follies
And will bleed for all

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Khaled Hosseini Said it Right

"I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night."


~Amir, The Kite Runner

Saturday, August 6, 2011

...Confused...

Does he like me for me?

Or does he "like" me because he's lonely and I was nice to him?

Friday, August 5, 2011

Words

Words are tools of destruction, tearing people down, breaking them apart, then burning the pieces.


I hate everything. But, most of all...






I hate her. And I hate myself.