I met someone at the bar.
He had a great smile and a great heart.
He felt just like love.
Except no fear of losing, and it wasn’t tough.

I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
And I miss you,
I miss you every single day. 

I’m not quite sure why everything is writing in grey.. or is it gray. Either way, it describes how I’ve felt recently, perfectly. I don’t know what I’m going to do about homecoming now, it doesn’t look like I’m going to Massanetta. Stupid college girlfriends. Oh well. I’m not going to tell Mariah. I’m just gonna hide away, probably with Evan. He’s my best friend. Its hard to find a real one of those these days. But hes one. I need to learn to not run my mouth. I mean, I don’t really. I just like to tell my best friends things I hear. I should just not. I’m going to not. Starting now. You heard it from the source Tumblr, my lips are sealed from here on out… unless the story concerns me. Then its totally fair game. 

It freaks me out when planes fly really low above my house. I’m a pessimist so I immediately assume its a bomb. 

AP calculus is going to kill me. PS the weird grey/gray is gone. 

I’m tired of people complaining about their weight. Work out. Easy as that. Eat less. Easy enough. Ugh. Why do I hate people so much?

Oh btw today was the worst ever, pretty much my Land Rover needs a new muffler and shit and my dad doesn’t wanna fix it. So my baby is in my dad’s driveway with her reject sticker. Forever. Or until I sell it and get cash money. Because so many people will buy a $4000 car that needs $1000 in repairs. Now I drive a truck with a top on it so I can’t see anywhere. I have panic attacks trying to park it. Yay student parking lot tomorrow yayy! Luv mii lyfe. 

I just want the smell of cinnamon to last year long. And the sound of leaves. And crisp air. And fleeces. And jeans. And cuddling. OH WAIT. Just kidding. Don’t know what thats like. This isn’t me begging for attention btw. Don’t feel bad for me, really. I like how I’m saying this like someone reads this. Once again, not an attention whore. 

This is incredibly long considering I have no motivation to do anything tonight. Calculus textbook, how you doin? Not opening you again. Even though I have absolutely no idea how to differentiate/find the derivative. Or even spell that for that matter. Yes I spell check all of my blogs.

Okay well I’m going to go back to sitting and staring and listening to the Civil Wars.