August 2010
18 posts
tired. headache. ugh.
Every now and then, those three little words slip out. No, not “I love you.” And no, not “I hate you.” But “I miss you.” And for an instant, I can’t stand myself. Because I know you never thought about me half as much as I thought about you. Because I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t get you out of my head - from under my skin.
james franco is attending RISD this fall!?
well, looks like i’ll be visiting my friend there this semester ;)
rocky road ice cream and diamonds; the keys to my vagina heart ;)
to me, dancing was always something i did for fun since i was a little girl.
little did i know that it would grow to have such an impact on my life.
today i had rehearsal for the show dance company i am in
and i feel like a weight was lifted off of me afterwards.
lets just start by saying this week has been rough
with a lot of personal things going on in my life.
but as soon as we started...
no one knows it… but he, he saved me.
lucid dreams
xx
the truth never set me free.
it’s still not quite the way it was, but you promised me that this is love. so stay…
