Okay. So idk if he's the man of my dreams. But I'm PAINFULLY interested. And I think he was too. But unfortunately I was too chicken to make a move and ask for the number. Now idk if I'll ever see him again. I've got to figure out a way to remedy this. I haven't been so smitten with someone so fast in years.
The movie was pretty good but it was extremely long. I thought it was about to be over like twenty times. Movies like that drive me crazy.
I also worked again at AE yesterday. More like the wee hours of this morning. It's a hard job actually. But my boss said I did a good job and she wanted me back to work again. When she interviewed me she was very clear in telling me she didn't think I'd be good for the job. I don't like being told what I can't do, which just made me work even harder. I think I proved myself well enough.
That means today's my only day off. I'm just chillin' with some Monk on Netflix. My parents are cooking steaks later. Omnom.
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I don't understand how girls can just go from guy to guy to guy. I don't understand how someone can drop their feelings just like that, how they can be dating someone one day and then two days later be going after someone else. I don't understand it. It takes me a very long time to get over a guy and fall for another one. So, i guess, this is just something I can't understand. How feelings can be so fragile, how commitment can be so meaningless that there's really nothing invested. How, if someone wanted to just pack everything and head off somewhere else, to someone else, they could because everything they "had" was completely meaningless. How am I supposed to believe those feelings were real? How can someone try to tell me that it's the same as what I've felt, things that have taken me months to get over?
You must love yourself before you love another. By accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy.
Some people say they'd rather have something than nothing. But the truth is, it's worse to have something halfway than to have nothing at all.
When your life falls apart, always remember that I will be the one who will stay to help you pick the pieces up. And when the rest of the world walks out on you, remember not to close the door, because I'll be walking in to help you through it all.
<< my fav waterYou think you've gotten me all figured out, but sweetie, you don't even know half of what I'm about. So watch your words or hold your tongue. Messing with me won't be that fun.
It's a joke not a dick, don't take it so hard.
The best feeling comes when you find that you're perfectly happy without the people you thought you needed the most.
The things I understand most in life are the things I can't explain.
People make mistakes, that's life. Repeat the same mistakes, that's stupidity.
Can't lose what you never had, can't keep what's not yours, and can't hold onto something that does not want to stay.
Cinderalla; She believed in dreams, but she also believed in doing something about them. When prince charming didn't come along, she went over to the palace and got him.
No one has the right to judge you.
They might have heard your stories,
but they didn't feel what you were going through.
Sometimes you've got to change what's happening. You can't wait for people to do it for you, because they won't.
Have you ever been scared to open a text?
Your heart drops, your stomach feels empty,
and you just kind of stare at your phone for a while.
Don’t think too much.
You’ll just create a problem
that wasn’t even there in the first place.
I don't want him to be perfect. I want him to laugh at me, trip me, then help me
back up, pick me up and throw me in the pool, make me watch football for hours,
take me to the arcade and beat me at air hockey, and still let me be myself.
Let's play again, but this time I'll be player one and you can be player two. Now let
me show you all the shit you put me through.
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're
really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I
fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok
though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my
disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color
boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different
colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who's an
8-color type, I'm like, "Hey girl, Magenta!" and she's like,
"Oh, you mean Purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm
like, "No, I want Magenta."
The chances of running into him when you look like shit are always higher.
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