Childhood Memories.

I saw this commercial on tv and chuckled to myself when the advertisement was over. I did the exact thing to my brother when we were younger! I even made him wear dresses and walk in heels! Hahaha, I was so sure he enjoyed it too! :)
It was a good reminder of my fun past, but it made me miss my little brother even more... It's okay... I'm going to see him soon! Yay!

[Click the link! Click the link! Watch it! Watch it!]


Cute Commercial

For You.

Why hello there,

You guys have been saying that I don't write much, so here! Pour vous! :) I'm really really really really really really really really really bored. I'd rather not do homework right now.... I'm kind of worried about my admission to UW. Do you think they'll say no even after I sent my enrollment statement and fee just because of a few Bs (maybe a C) on my final transcript? I know it's really bad that I'm being so lazy, especially now. I should really get myself together. I'm in a rut. There, I admitted it. I'm fat. I'm lazy. I'm not motivated. I don't feel pretty. Yes, I'm in a rut. HELP ME GET OUT OF IT! GET OUT OF IT!
It definitely sounds easier that it is... Oh goodness, what am I going to do. Man, this blog was supposed to make me happy! Now I'm just feeling like this -_-.
              Wow! That looks like a crying face!! I'm going to try it again!!
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Right?! Or does it look like freckles? Or dimples! Hahaha.
Do you ever just look at yourself straight in the mirror, make silly faces, then laugh at your own silliness? If you haven't, you should really try it! It'll definitely brighten up your mood! :)

Kay, I have to use the bathroom.... Taddalu!


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My Life: One of the most beautiful stories I have ever read...

My Life: One of the most beautiful stories I have ever read...: "The leaves were falling from the great oak at the meadow’s edge. They were falling from all the trees. One branch of the oak reached high a..."

Stood Up.

Wow.

That's all I could say, all I could think.
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I'm hurt.
I don't want to believe it happened, but it did.
I'm trying to make excuses....... Maybe you fogot and were too far away to turn back. Maybe you had to go home after you got an emergency call. Maybe you forgot? I sometimes forget things too just after a few minutes of being reminded.
I want to believe otherwise, but I can't avoid what was. You kind of just left me there, it seems. You left me waiting, with hope.
*sigh*
So this is how it feels like.....
*sigh*
--------Whatever---------
I tried, that's all I'm going to say. I took away my pride. I tried to fix things before HS. Even though I was hurt too, I approached with no expectations of receiving an apology back. I was willing to blame everything on myself just so the problem could be resolved. You don't know how much I've been thinking of talking to you, how much it hurts me to walk by you - to be in the same room with you - as if we don't even know each other. --Why does it seem like you're okay with everything? Maybe you are? Am I just over-reacting again?-- God knows my intentions. He knows I tried to fix things. He knows from the bottom of my heart that I did. I shouldn't worry anymore because I tried. --I felt so happy when you said we could talk. I believed you. You sounded so convincing. What happened? Why did you leave? If you weren't ready, why didn't you just say "no?" I would have appreciated that more...--   I'm saddened by what we've become. In healthy relationships, communication is valuable. Things aren't working out because we're not communicating. I'm trying so hard, but you're not willing to listen. It takes two to tango, dear. Even if I try a million times, if you don't listen, nothing'll happen.
I'll pray for you. I'm not a mean person.
Take care of yourself, sister dear.
I guess I'll be waiting for you to approach me. I'm tired of being the only trying....


-Dianne

New blood.

Dear you,

I don't appreciate you being here anymore, so please, could you just leave already? Yes, it sucks that I'm not going to see you anymore, but I get so annoyed and hurt when I see you now. I have to close my eyes and take deep breaths to take the frustration away. I want to scream and look at you with narrowed eyes, to get back at you for playing me, but I can't let the devil overcome me - especially now that HS is approaching. I'm going to overcome. I'm going to overcome. I'm going to overcome. And besides, even if I wanted you to hurt just as much as I did, I'd never be able to do something so cruel to you. I wouldn't because I'm not that kind of person. Instead, I'm going to hold my head up high and be the better one. I'm going to walk forward and not look back. I deserve better. I deserve someone who would treat me like, yes, a princess. I believed in you though. I thought you a better person, but you crushed that perception and threw it out the window. It's unfortunate. I'm really going to miss those airplane-shaped letters you used to write me...
Hey, I'm sorry for being so mean. Maybe my visions just clouded right now. I'll get better, don't worry, but our friendship is never going to be again. It might possibly even be as though it never existed.

Goodbye, darling. I hope your taste in ties gets better. (Mean again, but it makes me feel better.)

Holding On

Ugh. I gave in. I said I wasn't going to, but I did.... I started conversation. -_- It's so hard to follow what you say you'd do. I guess it's because, in my case, even though people have hurt me, I don't want to let go of them, especially if what I shared with them was special. I still believe that goodness and love will prevail. I'm not going to give up - maybe fight a little less, but not give up - until that person makes it clear that there's no point in hanging on.
Wish me luck....


P.S. Blogging helps me deal with my emotions. It's a breath of fresh air. And though everyone seems to be on Tumblr, I'm perfectly satisfied with my little place here. :)

Heavy Heart

I hate having rough patches with people. My heart never fails to feel heavy, whether I'm at fault or not.
My face:

:T :( :| :T :( :| times 10

Stress

One more.

I know I'm stressed because I'm stuffing myself with food. :[ I know it's a really bad way to deal with stress, but it's so easy when the food screams "Come! Come! Eat me! Eat me!"

My jeans are suffering. Poor things.

New addiction?

I talk to myself. What other option do I have when I have no one to talk to? When I feel like a weirdo for doing so, I write in my journal. It's very soothing - it really is. Recently, however, I've given up on the whole journal thing.. I write and write and write without an audience, and, my hand suffers from the hours of holding a pen. This seems a lot easier. I'm in front of a computer more than I should be anyway, so why not? I must admit though that I'm veering away from how it was originally done. I figured that at least here, maybe, someone'll hear me and my thoughts wouldn't be confined to just me and paper. So, the budding question: will blogging be my new addiction? I guess I'll just have to wait and see.... I'm a nube, so I'm still trying to figure things out.
OMG! This feels so good already! haha! I should stop.

Bonne nuit.

Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts

Breakable by Ingrid Michaelson


Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.