Too much to hope for?

I'm not gonna be specific about what this is supposed to be about. I'm guessing some people will know, though. :)

I'm not going to jump to conclusions as of now. I'm gonna play it safe, wait it out, and then go and see where this takes us-- or rather, me.

Sweetie, tell me what's up; I won't stop, no way.

Oh well. Enough about my rollercoaster-nutso-confusingasshit-life. I'm just fine to be able to blog again.

Yeah, sure, I'll call it blogging for now. X3 Though I've come to regard that word as sort of vulgar.

Please keep your hands down, and stop raising your voice; it's hardly what I'd be doin', if you gave me the choice.

Anyway. I was going to eat KitKat, then I remembered something, so I put it back in the ref. X3 I was gonna eat Crunch, too, but I had to put it back.

Damnit. I need chocolate, but the only chocolates in here are the ones.. Argh. TT_TT

It's a simple suggestion, won't you give me some time? Just say yes or no; Why can't you shoulder the blame?

It's a frighteningly new concept for me, this "not telling everything." It's awkward not to spill. I mean, really. o-o

I'm so used to saying everything, and blathering on and on and on. I think maybe I trusted people too much.

My shoulders are heavy, from the weight of us both.

But was that so wrong? I actually think it was better when I trusted everyone, than if I never trusted anyone at all.

See, I trust everyone automatically, on principle. If they break that trust, it'll take ages for them to earn it back, but it's not impossible. If they break it a second time, well. They'd best be good at losing friends.

Please take it easy, it can all be my fault; I haven't made half the mistakes that you've listed so far.

My head aches now. D: MUST. HAVE. VASODILATORS. :(

Why, why, WHY must the only ones we have in this apartment be those chocolates?! ARGH. TT_TT I feel so sad right now. :(

It seems I've stepped over lines you've drawn again and again.

I've been drinking water non-stop for the past forty minutes, in an effort to [at first] prevent the headache I knew would track me down (Yes, my darling Romeo, I have caught on to you) and then [just recently] to try and destroy it. (I love you, I do. But we're just not meant to be. I'm sorry. #drama)

Well, that's as overly-mushy I can make myself without barfing up my own intestines. X3 I apologize for the lame attempts at what passes for romance, apparently, these days.

~

Some things, we don't talk about; rather do without

And just hold the smile

So anyway. I have a premium membership! :D I was so happy when I won the contest. I was fizzing out, too. I mean, WHOA. I never expected THAT. O_e

I don't expect everyone to like my style of writing (it varies with my moods, actually, so good luck trying to keep up) but.. for some reason, when I heard you actually liked it, it kind of.. hurt.

I'm not being unappreciative of you liking my writing... just... *sigh* It's just that.. whenever you tell me you do like it, you sound like you're saying just to cheer me up. And you know how crappy that makes me feel.

And then I start to remember how you wouldn't even let me get a blog, when behind my back, you were... *sigh* Oh, nevermind. What's the use?

~

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?

"Boys know how to fall. That's why they're not scared."

You forgot something, K. Boys know how to push, too. :/

And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning; But tell me, what happens when it stops?

I wonder what it's like to be one of the characters I write about. Either I'm full of sorrow, or... full of fluff.

Not a pretty picture.

Unless I can paint it with words, maybe.

You don't know me; you don't wear my chains.

I feel like ranting about an ex-friend, for some reason. (>_<)

I hate you precisely because it was you. I can honestly say that; it may not have been all your fault, but you need to take a huge part of the blame. You ruined us, honestly. At least, I think, even without us (and especially, YOU) being conscious of it, you destroyed us. You made us into what we are. Trust-less. Love-less. Care-less. Useless.

I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.

I think I need a sunrise; I'm tired of the sunset.

I think maybe I really am excited to grow up. Maybe it'll be easier not to care about other people when I'm old enough that they won't put much effort into caring about me.

Oh, Romeo. If only I COULD put myself in a coma and then stab myself in the heart.

Maybe then betrayal wouldn't hurt so much.

~

Falling in and out of love; ashamed and proud of--

I'm sending my parents the consent forms later. :D

I want a motorcycle for my sixteenth! (>_<)

Don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me go~

One and a half hours. WHOA.

I can't believe this. .__.

Oh well. (: I think this entry's long enough. I must rest my eyes now.

~tRS