"Your cleverness is more likely to get you into trouble today than solve an existing problem. You are able to think so fast now that your mind can slip in and out of alternate realities without anyone else noticing. But fuzzy thinking sidetracks your logic if you don’t take time to separate your fantasies from the real goods. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming as long as you know when to wake up and deal with the truth."
I’m shaking and it’s not because I’m cold. I’m literally sitting here and I can feel myself unraveling. One by one, it’s like I keep losing people and things and this is honestly the start of a rather uncomfortable breakdown.
I. am. an. idiot.
I really would have liked to think that you couldn’t compare to anyone or anything, but you always did have a way of proving me wrong. You’ve taught me the exact opposite.
There’s only one person in the entire world I feel like I honestly need. And she’s not here to hold me and make it better because I’m. an. idiot.
Today is the first day I feel in an actual GOOD MOOD in quite some time. Please don’t let this go away again because I can’t handle myself when I’m acting like a zombie just going through the motions. I also hope the sunshine stays around. Forever. I want a motherfreaking drought because I’m sick of winter and snow and ice and rain and fog and the like. Sun only. Forever. THE END BYE.
If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with.
You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too clingy. You fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love me.
But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you have a great day. You’re falling in love with the occasionally humorous and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. But to me, the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.
“This next song I wrote about the things that you do when you think that maybe someone likes somebody else and you like them, so you really wish they didn’t like someone else at the same time that you like them and… And sometimes it gets so crazy that you get out of the car and you’re crying and then you run.. And then you lie on the sidewalk.”— Tegan Quin
So I’m on episode 23 of Secret Life of the American Teenager (I think the only person who is honestly going to care is Tristen, let’s be honest here.) THAT MEANS THAT AMY IS GIVING BIRTH. IN THIS EPISODE. I’m excited.
I want Adrienne to fall in love with Ricky. Maybe he should take some time away from getting 15 year olds pregnant and take up an instrument (not the french horn) and play this song for her:
I have a really bad sense of humor.
HA! i swear, it’s so bad that it’s good. season 1 was so much better than season 2 is, not that it was ever very realistic, but god, 16-ish year olds just DON’T talk like that. and really, you can’t go for 3 minutes without them suggesting that teens masturbate instead of having sex >.<
you’re a nicer person than me. i want ricky to end up all alone in the world, and for adrienne to have the clap. really, i’m anti-everyone but ashley & tom. because she’s an overly-enlightened-13-year-old-who-looks-older-than-her-16-year-old-sister (sorry, i went a little hyphen happy)! and you know… tom buys hookers for the conversation. it’s very holden caulfield-like. plus down syndrome. ok, i’m shutting up…
Ashley is my favorite character. I’m pretty sure i just feel sorry for everyone, even Betty who tries to get poor Tom to smoke. wtf. Also, why does Ben have to dress like he frequents the pocket protectors? I’ve come to the conclusion that Adrienne also puts on her lipgloss with a tub and a paintbrush every morning (*and might have a slight lisp?) I don’t know why Anne is pregnant and I really don’t know why Grace wants to skank it up with Jack (*who has really cool hair, btw) And Amy is always in a bad mood and it brings me back to the start of this rant and makes me wish that Ashley would just snap already and go back to dressing like she hates the world and bitchslap her 15 year old sister in the face.