5.27.12

dance. what is dance to me? it’s a safe-haven. it’s my home. it’s my lover. it’s my

healer. it’s my life. i dance all the time. i tap my feet when i’m bored. i daydream

about dance at school. i practice my turns at home in the hallways. i dance around

 in the shower. i move my feet around when i’m standing up. literally i dance from

the minute i wake up to the minute i go to sleep. dance has always been apart of

my life since i was two and a half up until now and on ’till forever. there is nothing

 that i am more passionate about. there is nothing more than gives me joy and

 happiness. there is nothing better than the feeling of doing perfect turns. there is

 nothing that makes me happier than pique turns from the corner. there is nothing

that i love more than picking my outfit out for dance hours before class. dance is

my life. and the saddest part about that is that i am so beyond injured that

sometimes i am unable to take class and have to sit out. there is nothing that i hate

 more than dancing around and all of a sudden my knees give in and i fall to the

 floor. there is nothing i hate more than going up on releva* and my ankles burst

 out in pain. there is nothing i hate more than stretching and having my knees hurt

 so bad that i have to stop and cry on the floor and curl up in a ball and just hate

 the world and hate my problems. there is nothing that makes me more upset than

 all of this. there is nothing in the world i love more than dance and hate more than

 dance. there is nothing in the world that i want to solve right now except what in

 the world is wrong with my knees. and my ankles. and my wrists. and my back.

 and my flat feet. basically everything that could be wrong with my body is wrong

 and i will find a cure for this. there is nothing i want more than that.


and i know that everything is better, but i still have some of my depression left in me. help me. help me. please.

and i know that everything is better, but i still have some of my depression left in me. help me. help me. please.

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5.26.12

it’s like i want to believe that it wasn’t true

i want to believe that you still care about me too

that you still like me. love me. want me

that you still see what i see

please tell me it wasn’t true at all

please i don’t want to fall

come back to me, come back to me

and we’ll see if it was meant to be


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5.25.12

they always say how guys come and go and then were just one step closer to our soulmate. and right now i’m just tired of all these guys. i just want to find the one i’m gonna marry already. i’m sick of getting hurt over and over again. God, just help me find him already…


sleeping to dream

 And I’m dreaming of sleeping next to you

And feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town

Couting my sheep and each one that passes by is another dream to ashes

And they all fall down.

And I lay me down tonight

I close my eyes

What a beautiful sight

Sleeping to dream about you

And I’m so damn tired

Of having to live without you

But I don’t mind at all

Sleeping to dream about you and I’m so tired

I found myself in the riches

Your eyes, your lips, your hair

Well you were everywhere out there

But I woke up in the ditches,

I hit the light and I thought you might be here

But you were nowhere

Oh love, You were nowhere at home

As I lay me down back to sleep

This love I breathe and I can’t keep

Sleeping to dream about you

And I’m so damn tired

Of having to live without but I don’t mind

Sleeping to dream about you

And I’m so tired



It’s just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night

Oh just a lullabye to keep from crying myself to sleep

Sleeping to dream about you

And I’m so tired

Of having to live without you

And I’m so tired


By Jason Mraz


5.23.12

so today i realized two things about myself. one, that i am still a shy girl who is too afraid to tell the guy she likes how she feels. and two, that i need to change it. why on earth am i so shy? i keep thinking about it. why? why? why? is it because i’m scared of being hurt? well no, because i know he likes me back. then is it because i’m afraid that if i do tell him how i feel, that we’ll go too fast? well no cause i know he doesn’t wanna go too fast either. well then what is it? is it just i’m scared of messing up? well a little, but i shouldn’t be. is it also because i’m scared that he won’t admit to how he feels? pretty much a lot. but those are all just reasons for being scared. but i shouldn’t be. i need to become confident. and i need to tell him how i feel now, because if i never do it, then we’ll just always be left wondering what could of happened. and i don’t want that. so tomorrow i’m gonna do it. i don’t care if i get scared and want to run away. i’m gonna do it. and if i don’t i will literally hate myself for the rest of my life. because i really like this guy and i don’t think i’ve ever felt this way about any other guy in my life before..


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5.21.12

love. what a silly thing it is.



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