What it is and where it stops nobody knows.
I'm an open book that's not hiding anymore.
I live in a different universe than everyone around me,
and i'm not sure how i feel about that.
I am mostly looked at funny.
I have no place to call home.
"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than the living size then they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear."
— Stephen King, Different Season
Didi: Stu, what are you doing?
Stu: Making chocolate pudding.
Didi: It’s four o’clock in the morning! Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding?
Stu: Because I’ve lost control of my life.
Birthday cupcakes = fail.
I was going to post a picture, but decided against it because it’s embarassing. They look like fucking mushrooms. I am also too lazy, and that is the main reason.
note to self: go by harris teeter on the way to school.
Oh, the things I get to overhear while on the phone.
- Me: Are you there?
- Sophie: Yeah, hold on...
- Sophie's dad: *rambling something loudly off in the distance*
- Sophie: Stop it, Dad, why are you chasing Bella?........No, Dad, she doesn't want to go to you........She's hiding in my room, she obviously doesn't want to eat cat food! So just stop........Why are you dragging her down the stairs!?!?
- ....Okay, i'm back.
The thing is, I really like saying yes. I like new things, projects, plans, getting people together and doing something, trying something, even when it’s corny or stupid. I am not good at saying no. And I do not get along with people who say no. When you die, and it really could be this afternoon, under the same bus wheels I’ll stick my head if need be, you will not be happy about having said no. You will be kicking your ass about all the no’s you’ve said. No to that opportunity, or no to that trip to Nova Scotia or no to that night out, or no to that project or no to that person who wants to be naked with you but you worry about what your friends will say.
No is for wimps. No is for pussies. No is to live small and embittered, cherishing the opportunities you missed because they might have sent the wrong message.
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The only form of unconditional love i’ve ever experienced was for my best friend. That’s how I know it’s real.
“When you’re down and troubled
and you need a helping hand
You’ve got a friend.”
-James Taylor?
This song came on when I was pushing my cart through the frozen section at Food Lion today and it made me momentarily really fucking sad. My conscience is eating away at me.
