My hurrr feels so soft! Haha I’m so contradictory. I finally get contacts and I’ve been sporting lensless specs. >_< I’m so use to hiding behind my glasses. I feel so naked without frames. #meowyoudoingg
I visited Amsterdam recently and took a little TFIOS tour! I started at the library where John wrote some of the book and then went on a hunt to find the places in the book and got to meet another Nerdfighter in the process!
When I go to Amsterdam, I’ll be doing this.
You know, I wish I was a party girl. So I wouldn’t awkwardly be sitting there trying hard to have a good time. I wish I was like everyone else. It would be much easier that way. If I smoked, drank, rolled- if I was okay doing those things for fun… It would be much easier to just do it. But I can’t. It’s not fun to me. Even having a sip of a drink isn’t pleasant. I like traveling and learning. Reading. Talking about things going on in the world at the dinner table. Seems like all people want to do these days is get high and drunk. Not my thing. Would be a lot easier if it was my thing. It’s hard to get along with people nowadays. Before I moved here, I never threw tantrums. I throw tantrums almost every time I go out now. I don’t like to live life on the edge. I like being safe. I feel like in the world we live in today, it’s too much to ask for. Whatever. I guess I’m meant to be just like my mom. No friends, alone, and peaceful. And I’m okay with that.
I miss my mom. It was just us looking at the world from the outside. People watching.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being with Jack. We see eye-to-eye when it comes to partying, but he likes to live life on the edge. That’s the only difference.
Anyway, I’m just complaining.
We in Indiana! With Jack, @murymoh, Jorge, Rick, and Kathy. #roadtrip
I don’t think anyone really understands how much I love Jack. I live for him. All that I do is for him. All I want is to make him proud. His life is more important than mine. All I want to do in life is to be with him and live happily with him. As cliché as it all sounds, I mean it.
All that I am is his.
Poem that I found on the Internet that really resonated with me:
You don’t just cross my mind.
You live in it.
In every dark corner.
made a home of my secrets and fears.
You bored out holes
in the tips and in the base of my skull.
And I let you,
because all that own-