i sure hope i don't look as worthless as i feel.

he said he would wait for me. he said i'm worth it. he said he loved me.

but all of a sudden, he decides there's this other girl he kind of wants to date.

i know we agreed that this is an open thing, so i said, of course, it's not like i own you, silly.

but the sucky thing is i've kind of realized that you own me.

am i not worth waiting for anymore?

(listening to) piano music. lizst, satie, paganini, rachmaninoff, chopin.
(wearing) constellations t-shirt, sweat pants, fuzzy blanket
(location) bed

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Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)