Believe it or not, I'm posting within the same week!
This won't be long, I just want to muse a little bit about something.
Why is that we're very productive, right when it's time to go to sleep? I don't get it! I feel the most motivated to do homework/laundry, or do things that need to get done (writing, reading, exercising, etc.) around 11 or 12 at night, and it's fairly frustrating, because I know that I need to get up at o'dark thirty tomorrow morning. It's weird.
Anyways, I'm procrastinating (really, really badly) on doing my Hebrew homework, so this is what I'm doing instead.
Short, sweet, and to the point.
Also, is it bad that I'm half excited to get away from home and back to school. My parents are fairly controlling so this is a whole lot for me to deal with right now. Hopefully things will work out.
Today, I went to every place that I ever fell in love, or got my heart broken. It was oddly cathartic, and I took pictures, so I didn't have to feel guilty about forgetting. I'll always remember the bad bits, but the good parts (like the trail by the lake near my house) are starting to fade. I need to focus on the way I was wearing a white summer dress, and he grabbed my hand like it was his only lifeline to the world. I need to remember big brown eyes asking me where I thought I was going, when I tried to get back in the car without kissing him goodbye.
Or, maybe instead of focusing on the bench where a whole lot of my world fell out of the sky, I'll focus on the feeling of freedom I got this past summer, flirting with everyone and feeling beautiful, because someone was actually telling me so.
Here's a bit of advise; if he tells you that you're beautiful, keep him. If he can't express it, ask him to, and if he still can't, run in the other direction. There will be other things that he won't be able to express, and if he can't explain an attraction to you, then is he really into you in the first place? Never settle for the blase cool-guy attitude. If he makes an idiot of himself in front of you, smile and play along, and depending on his personality, either sooth or joke about it with him.
You'll know when he's treating you well; you'll feel like you're on cloud nine, and you won't make up excuses for bad birthday presents or not returning your calls, because those things won't happen (often).
Anyways, that's my rant. I'm seventeen and I've had my heart broken three times. That's three times too many, and now it's my turn to break a few.
Not really, but I want to keep my options open to people who are different, who won't be careless or too frugal with my heart or theirs.
Swear, I'm done now. :)
Love you,
Miss Guided
This won't be long, I just want to muse a little bit about something.
Why is that we're very productive, right when it's time to go to sleep? I don't get it! I feel the most motivated to do homework/laundry, or do things that need to get done (writing, reading, exercising, etc.) around 11 or 12 at night, and it's fairly frustrating, because I know that I need to get up at o'dark thirty tomorrow morning. It's weird.
Anyways, I'm procrastinating (really, really badly) on doing my Hebrew homework, so this is what I'm doing instead.
Short, sweet, and to the point.
Also, is it bad that I'm half excited to get away from home and back to school. My parents are fairly controlling so this is a whole lot for me to deal with right now. Hopefully things will work out.
Today, I went to every place that I ever fell in love, or got my heart broken. It was oddly cathartic, and I took pictures, so I didn't have to feel guilty about forgetting. I'll always remember the bad bits, but the good parts (like the trail by the lake near my house) are starting to fade. I need to focus on the way I was wearing a white summer dress, and he grabbed my hand like it was his only lifeline to the world. I need to remember big brown eyes asking me where I thought I was going, when I tried to get back in the car without kissing him goodbye.
Or, maybe instead of focusing on the bench where a whole lot of my world fell out of the sky, I'll focus on the feeling of freedom I got this past summer, flirting with everyone and feeling beautiful, because someone was actually telling me so.
Here's a bit of advise; if he tells you that you're beautiful, keep him. If he can't express it, ask him to, and if he still can't, run in the other direction. There will be other things that he won't be able to express, and if he can't explain an attraction to you, then is he really into you in the first place? Never settle for the blase cool-guy attitude. If he makes an idiot of himself in front of you, smile and play along, and depending on his personality, either sooth or joke about it with him.
You'll know when he's treating you well; you'll feel like you're on cloud nine, and you won't make up excuses for bad birthday presents or not returning your calls, because those things won't happen (often).
Anyways, that's my rant. I'm seventeen and I've had my heart broken three times. That's three times too many, and now it's my turn to break a few.
Not really, but I want to keep my options open to people who are different, who won't be careless or too frugal with my heart or theirs.
Swear, I'm done now. :)
Love you,
Miss Guided
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