Newest Post
hm. theres something about certain things just make me happy, but the most of those other things even things which are meant to be happy just make me down. whether i show it, or whether i break through it with my typical cliche words have been turned into double puns, 'don't worry.' sometimes its because i don't want to tell them, sometimes its because they're just too difficult to tell, sometimes its just because they don't even remotely understand. but what can you do?
in the end, its all the same thing, excuses. sometimes i try to deal with those insecurities, sometimes little things such as somebody saying they recognised me, or saw me someplace, someone who actually wants to talk with me, a genuine compliment, even seeing somebody whos stunning. it makes the world all seem more real, and reinforces that im just another small part of it, waiting to fit into that trend. the world seems so small yet so large and yet i still can't admit that i want things that other people have, jealousy gets the best of me once again. (:
love maribelle anes's songs. :s make me happy. going boombox on sunday hopefully.
ALSO, my new formspring background/desktop background makes me happy too. yay. :D
