I’m not sure who I am anymore

I’ve never been so lost

It’s like the flashlights dead

the lights have hid

and I’m just plain exhausted

Nothing makes since anymore

everything I was so sure I knew

It’s like the grass was never green

the ocean was never blue

and everything I’ve been working for

I wish I could undo

‘Cause maybe what I love

Isnt what was meant to be

what if everything I’ve been working for

ends terribly

‘Cause its the only thing i’ve ever known

and I’ve had this passion so strong

but maybe after all this time

I was wrong


Shoulda Known…

A work in progress- 5-minute “just write”

Silly me. I was decieved

by what you appeared to be

from so far away

I woulda known

I shoulda known

if only you had stayed

So maybe after everything

not a thing will change

but truth be told

I’d rather fight

than cry and take the blame

I rhyme when I’m upset, and It’s the only way to let my feelings out when I can never forget…

Nights like these make we wish that everything would work out

that everything was okay

that you were right beside me,

that we didnt have to decay

But i know its wishful thinking

I know its too good to be true

because miracles only happen when you pray

and truthfully faiths been a little low these days

I know I need to get back up when I fall

but not a force seems strong enough, to bring me back when I’m this weak

this small.

Maybe the lion loved the lamb because the lamb loved the lion, and the lion just needed someone to be there.

Maybe it had nothing to do with anything except that the lion was lonesome and needed someone to care


All day I’ve felt like I’m going to pass out. I’m dizzy, my stomach hurts, and I just want to pretty much die… Well I feel like I’m going to pretty much die. This sucks. I’m sorry I havnt written anything recently. I’ll get on that as soon as I feel better.


I have officially finished reading and watching Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I dont know what everyone in my class was complaining about, because I loved it!

Mr.Darcy is like my soul mate. He is perfect. I’ve liked him since page one, even when everyone else was commenting about how arrogant he was. The whole time I found him alluring and I wanted him. Then, once we watched the movie I was like Yum. I’d take that.

It doesnt help that I am alot like Elizabeth, with the exception that I have musical talent… The main thing is, is that I believe that we think simulary.

That is all, Just wanted to rant about how amazing Mr.Darcy is, and how I have dibbs 😉

Have you ever been in love with a ficticious charactor?

In the video, the best part starts at 1:00 or, 1:40 if you’re REALLY short on time. ❤

Another Fantastic Quote:

“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.”

Those Days…

Do you ever have those days when nothing seems right? Like nothing really “terrible” is happening, everything just seems to be off? Like you’re the only one who is acting normal?

One of those days where you are upset, but not for any reason you can think of in particular, just every little thing pisses you off in general.

One of those days where you just want to vent to someone, but no one would understand, because no one thinks the way you think. No one understands the way you are. No one realizes why you feel the way you feel, and no one is there to grab your hand, pull you close, and help you out.


One of those days where hug’s wouldnt make it better, and if someone tried they’d probably get slapped.

Yeah, it’s one of those days.

One of my newest favorite quotes:

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyo…ne else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no – I want magenta!”~ John Mayer

Work in Progress…. Thoughts?

I tell you to leave

but my eyes are begging you to stay

But you dont do what I wish

you do as I say


And as I hear the door slam

My whole self breaks

’cause I want you in my arms

But you’ve made a mistake


Silence speaks so loud

and even louder when you’re alone

Echoeing off the walls

Of this abandoned home

My Daily Rant :)

I dont care who you are, hate’s just as strong as the word love, so I dont know why we are all throwing it around like it’s nothing, when it’s not nothing, its a big something.


Music Mood: Bon Iver “Skinny Love”

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