January 2010
this is where i need to be, home. where people care about me.
Today I had my interview at Art Institute Boston. I’m so ready for the change. I’m tired of the lies and state of misery I’m in when I’m at Colby-Sawyer. I can’t even smile or find any joy in anything when I’m there. My portfolio review went beyond expectations. They said I had great potential, and that I could make it far. I know a lot of schools will say that...
someone please hold me, and never let go. please.
stop mocking me. thanks.
This is so hard.
(via mariaiuliano)
that’s what she said.
I got out of here. I got out of the norm that I was so used to. I broke out. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to do that myself. Without someone holding my hand. Without someone saying, let’s go, let’s try something accompanied with the strong urge in my had that says “Go, it will be a new adventure.”
I had a dream last night, that she was okay. That substance...
i’m gunna be okay.
i want someone to hold me, because they want to.
i want someone to like me, because they want to.
i want someone to be my friend, because they want to.
i want someone to care about me, because they want to.
i don’t want to have to ask for this, why can’t it just happen?
class rank = 90/431 :)
imaginary forces
So, I’ve started two of my classes so far. As far as I’m concerned, my government class is going to be good for me. As do most teenagers, I followed my parents political outlook but didn’t really know what it meant. After finding out yesterday that my dad basically forced my mother to become democrat, I’m glad I have this class - I want to know what my opinion is on things....
I don’t feel welcome here. What I say is swept under the carpet and stomped on. I want new friends, but I’m to shy to even put myself out there. Fuck this.
keep your head up, and focus on yourself. that’s why you’re here. don’t base your feelings off of insignificant things, and don’t let yourself sink into that hole again. everything will be okay.
I was okay with going back to school
emilygryffindor:
Then I got here. My mother just left and I’m so depressed. I kept trying to be okay with being here, but I miss my friends at home who live at home or commute to school. I miss my car and having the freedom to go out. I miss the city. I miss tanning. I miss home cooked food and my kittens. I miss my bed and my own bathroom. I especially riding my own horses at my own barn. Only...
i don’t want to go back, i want to move forward. i don’t want to have to deal with the same things that got me into that state again. i’d rather move on to the new place.
I’m not ready to go back.
“(704): my grandma was just praying before dinner, and before she could finish my...”
I want to be held.
