That’s a tough one, being the nerd I am, but I’ll have to say The Outsiders. I lovelovelove that book to no end, and I could read it a million times over without getting tired of it. Every time I read it, it takes less than a day because I simply can’t put it down. I don’t know what exactly drew me in- the names, the outragous events, how touching something so violent could be-who knows. This book made me hate summer projects a hell of a lot less, haha.
Hands down, it is when someone breaks a promise. I don’t understand what makes someone do that. If someone trusts you enough with their intimate details, don’t make it into gossip. It hurts more than anyone ever lets on. It pains me to know that people could be that inconsiderate just so they can have something to talk about. Refuckingdiculous.
Hmm.. Well, most definately, my best friends. Without them, I would go insane. They hear out my problems if I have any, they know how to have fun, and they just know me in general. They were patient enough to get to know me past my shy and cautious facade, and let the true me come out; that really means a lot to me. I hate being judged just because of how I look or because of my grades, but they know who I really am and wouldn’t judge me anyway.
Thank you guys for always putting up with my shit. You mean the world to me.<3
Oh, jeez. Plain and simple, I’m single, but I don’t want to be.
I have my eye on someone, but I’m too afraid to make myself known.
I’ve had a bit of a rough past when it comes to relationships, so trust is a major issue. I’ve find it is very difficult to find someone who is genuine anymore. I’m just waiting for someone to step up and prove me wrong.
I never quite understood what was so great about opening up. Even if it’s been pent up so long, it doesn’t feel better letting it out. In fact, I feel worse. Instead of having that one thing hovering over my head, now I’m left with thoughts like “How do they see me now?” or “She’s not the person I thought she was.” I can’t get it out of my head, so I can’t tell any more of the truth. People were better off knowing the innocent me, and I was better off believing my own lie.