December 2010
68 posts
I sometimes think I am my own worst enemy. No one else distracts me from homework. No one else makes excuses for why I haven’t finished something yet. No one else makes this boy’s face run through my mind every second of every day.  I know that I can do this. I will finish these papers. I will turn things in on time. I will rock these last few weeks and do my darn hardest to show the...
Dec 1st
November 2010
15 posts
Nov 30th
99 notes
Nov 29th
I thought home would be easier. I thought I wouldn’t see you in everything the way I do in Salem. Wrong. Everything reminds me of you. Everything. I think about you every minute. I want to experience everything with you. Is it because I lost you? Because I know you will never be here? Or because my feelings for you are that strong? So strong I didn’t even realize? Dammit J. I try so...
Nov 28th
Nov 25th
253 notes
Nov 23rd
“Nostalgia Remember the 1340’s? We were doing a dance called the...”
Nov 23rd
Nov 23rd
122 notes
How does he know, at 2:45 am, that a text from him will make my whole day better? Damn you and your irresistible ways!
Nov 22nd
I am an extremely emotional person. Always have been, and probably always will be. I can’t hide how I feel and when I try, I just come off looking angry. In about 8 hours, it will have been one week since I have seen him. That morning is such a blur. I had been dreading it for weeks and as I sat on the bed, unsure of how to move on, he told me how mad I looked. Mad? How could I be mad at the...
Nov 22nd
Nov 22nd
546 notes
Nov 22nd
Ramblings
Tomorrow will be one week since he left. I’ve been crazy sad one minute, and perfectly fine the next. I know it takes time, and having the most amazing friends in the world definitely helps. Ahhh Thanksgiving is exactly what I need! 
Nov 22nd
“Indifference is the sign of sickness, a sickness of the soul more contagious...”
– The Judges, Elie Wiesel (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Nov 22nd
1,042 notes
Nov 16th
So many emotions.
He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.PEONY IN LOVE, LISA SEE
Nov 16th