No Rules

In this game, there are no rules. These things we follow are merely suggestions. Suggested by someone who can't stand a lack of power and order.
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And so, it is with the greatest pleasure that I announce "Tawr".

Confessions

Tonight, it's all out in the open. 3 Words; 8 Letters...
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Confession number one: I think about you every minute of every day.

Confession number two: I wish you were next to me all the time.

Confession number three: I'm obsessed with you.

Confession number four: I love the way I can talk to you about anything.

Confession number five: I hate that you're so far away from me.

Confession number six: My heart beats faster when I think of you.

Confession number seven: I can't keep the smile off of my heart when I talk to you.

Confession number eight: I'm jealous of the people you're with, because they get to touch and feel, and see you...

Confession number nine: I'm scared. No. I'm terrified.

Confession number ten: I love you too...

I wasn't sure if I'd be able to admit this right now, but I did. And I'm glad that I said all this. I'm not sure if I know what I'm doing... I'm just winging it right now. So, I jumped. Now, I'm falling. And I'm trusting that you'll catch me.

Confession

And The Days Zoom By

Day 1 : March in lines, learn the music, listen to the trumpets scream

Day 2 : March in blocks, learn to trust each other, listen to the drums beat

Day 3 : March around the field, learn to perfect, listen to the band play together

Day 4 : March in form, learn to stay in step, listen as it gets harder

Day 5 : March for the crowd, learn to stay calm, listen as the crowd roars

Lost

And so if love is the answer, what was the question?

Redirection

I made a sandwich, because I'm hungry. I'm eating my sandwich, because it tastes good.
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I'm not really sure what's on my mind right now. My best friend is leaving for North Carolina tomorrow morning, and I'm gonna miss her bunches.

Last night was awesome. I had a different best friend stay the night, and it was fun. We called some people, and talked to those people for hours. :D I'm glad last night happened.

I've been making little dragon guys out of play-doh recently... They're so cute. My favorite is black and blue, and tiny, and I love him. I'm giving him to one of my best friends.

I have a LOT of best friends. They're all so great, and the best in their own unique way. I love them to death.

I'm going to redirect my thoughts now, and watch a movie. I'm not sure which one just yet, but I'll find something. Preferably something with magic, adventure, and romance. *shrugs* Those are the best kind. In my opinion.

Have a great night. Peace.

If I Could Say What I Wanted to Say, This is What You Would Hear

Dear Someone,

I'm sick of you and your self righteous attitude. You always have to be right, and you can't accept when you're wrong... It's annoying as hell, and I still have a bruise from the last time you were wrong.

You strive too hard to be different. You close yourself off to anything new someone suggests to you because somebody else already likes it. It's pathetic. Someone is bound to have something in common with you--get over it.

You wonder why no one likes you? It's because you're mean and heartless. And honestly, I don't blame them. I envy them of their distance from you.

Also, you have no respect for anyones opinion but your own. Just because you feel differently doesn't mean your opinion is better. It means you're different. Which is exactly what you wanted. Right?

You're a hypocrite. You go on and on and on about how much you love God, and what a good person you try to be. Then, you turn around and lie, instead of facing the consequences, like any REAL Christian would do. And then you think you can just say "sorry" and ask for forgiveness. Sorry only works so many times, sweety, and only if there's a change in behavior.

The only reason I've hung around for so long is because my mom made me. Trust me honey, I didn't enjoy ONE minute of it.

I'm not sorry if I hurt your feelings. It wasn't my intention, but these words had to be said. I mean, no one else was going to do it.

I realize that I'm not entirely innocent myself. I don't claim to be. But at least I have the decency to acknowledge that I'm wrong. I have enough self-respect to keep from lying.

And, if I thought you were capable of a permanent change, I wouldn't burn this bridge... But I'm not stupid, like you believe. The most I could ever expect from you was a string of apologies, and a temporary spout of kindness for little less than a month. Then you would return to your cold, heartless ways. I know, because you've done it to me before.

So, I'm done. I'm done with pretending I give a damn about what you think of my opinions. They're MY opinions, and nothing you say will change them.

I'm done with allowing you to work my self esteem down, and being degraded and walked on by you daily.

I'm done with your backstabbing, and all the pain and grief you've caused me. But most importantly, I'm done with you.

*Sorry mom. This is one bridge I HAVE to burn. I'll keep the ashes, if you'd like. But no one is crossing it again.

Me; Definition: Unfortunate

I sometimes hate how you make me feel so self-conscious. I know, for a fact, that you don't mean to. But you're just so... You.

I never hear you complain; yet, I complain to you all the time.
I complain about my mom, my house (it doesn't qualify for a home), I complain about the heat, my cramps, the girl I'm supposed to be friends with. And you just listen to me... To it all! And you never tell me about you're problems, even when I ask.

I feel selfish, but you assure me that I'm fine.

And sometimes you make me feel like I'm just an ignorant girl with your large words and just the way you talk to me sometimes...

You also make me feel like everything is perfect when I'm talking with you... It's... Easy, and natural.

But we talk about me soo much, and for once, I want to forget about my misfortunes, and focus on the fact that I'm not alone...

Please... Just... Let me in.