Saturday, May 8, 2010


“It’s okay. It’s okay to want someone you can’t have. It’s okay to want something more. It’s okay to cry when you’re hurt, and it’s okay to stay mad at someone who hurt you. Believe it or not, it’s always going to be okay. That’s just how it works. Sometimes things don’t work out how you want them to, and most of the time, it seems like they never will. But eventually, everything is going to iron out some way or another. You just have to believe, keep your faith, and move on.”

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Friday, May 7, 2010

Do you remember the moment that annoying kid at school told you santa wasn't real or maybe the moment you realised your parents didn't love each other anymore or when JK Rowling killed Sirius..then Dumbledore...Hedwig..and Dobby?

Now this doesn't apply to the Harry Potter comments (I am just still devastated that she could kill all those people) but to the other things you knew all along, but just didn't want to say them out loud because until you say it out loud it's not real, you can ignore it..let your imagination run WILD.

It happened to me again tonight. A boy (SHOCK!!) text me telling me he only ever wanted to sleep with me. (as in there was no one else he would rather screw...not I was only dating you for sex) I was instantly complimented...I felt all fuzzy inside!
Awww what a nice thing to say, I thought...Obviously he loves me and wants to marry me.

HOLD UP!!! The small-percentage-of-my-brain-that-still-has-a-few-brain-cells-remaining, said. Did he or did he not sleep with two other girls during your.....affair. (it wasn't a relationship...oh and this isn't christian freak) Thank you smart part of brain for reminding me of what this bastard did to me!!

So with swear words and insults swirling around my head, I called J...(once again smart brain kicked in telling me not to go crazy...over reaction could be on the cards) and she dished out her wicked words and we shut him down.

Mission accomplished.

Is it bad that a part of me is currently wishing I took the compliment and wishing that we were sexting each other....Probably, says the small-percentage-of-my-brain-that-has-a-few-brain-cells.