Swallowed in the Sea

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December 2009

Dec 25, 2009
i wish i was pretty. i wish i was smart. i wish i was good at something. i wish i had friends that actually liked me. i wish i was doing something with my life. i wish i knew what i want in the future. i wish i got good grades. i wish people liked me. i wish i remember what its like to laugh, really really laugh. i wish i was older. i wish i was perfect. i wish i wasn't such a whiny bitch.

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Dec 23, 2009100 notes
Dec 22, 2009
#self
Why can't..

everyday be like this ?  Seriously, I had so much fun.
- not having my license
But really, Rainforest Cafe is so much fun <3

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Dec 21, 2009
Dec 20, 20091,203 notes
Listen

“Starring” : Freelance Whales

Dec 20, 2009
Dec 20, 2009
Last Christmas (Glee Cast Version) Glee Cast

Glee + My favorite Christmas Song = Wonderfulbeautifulsplendidawesome !

Dec 18, 200964 notes
asflkj

I’m really exhausted for no reason at all. I could seriously sleep forever.
I still haven’t re-scheduled my road test. WOO ! I need to do that NOW !
The levy hasn’t broken yet. What the hell ? It’s been a month already.
I’m excited for the weekend and next week ! Mitchell Davis, My birthday, My license, Christmas ! WOO !

+ I miss snugglin’ :(

Dec 16, 20091 note
Dec 15, 2009165 notes
Dec 15, 2009
Things

need to get better. This is ridiculous.
I talked to abuela for almost 3 hours on the phone today. I just love talking to her. I need to change the schedule for my license soon ! TOMORROW !
Scary !

Dec 15, 2009
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Dec 11, 2009
You :

I want to lay horizontally across your lap, resting in the bend of your arm with my cheek on your chest, my ear to your heartbeat, my nose poised to inhale you; my bottom on your thigh and my legs dangling off the side - your free hand reaching across me, stroking me gentle but sure - first my shoulder, upper arm, my elbow, my hand. Then my stomach, the side of my torso, my hip, thigh, knees. I want you to speak to me softly, sweetly. Tell me something kind, preferably about me, but nothing too obvious. I will reach up to stroke the side of your face, your neck; to feel how solid your shoulder, your chest. You can take my hand in yours and bring my palm to meet your lips. I’ll feel a touch of self-consciousness, wondering how my fingers smell, but this feeling will dissipate with your calming, tender kiss. I want you to lightly brush the hair off my forehead and kiss the bridge of my nose. Smile faintly at me.

Dec 11, 2009
Listen

“Rich Girls (The Twelves Remix)” : The Virgins

Dec 11, 2009
“Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.” —Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009
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Dec 10, 2009
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