What Was I Thinking?

When I was 15, I was a brat.
I remember there was a night when I stayed out until 5am at a bonfire. My dad kept calling me and I kept yelling back into the phone and cutting him off. I argued that I was old enough to be responsible for myself.

Here I am, 2 months away from being 21, and I'm already under the covers. It just turned 11. I don't want to be responsible for myself. Someone come help me brush my teeth please.

The Face of a Broken Heart

A couple months ago, my boyfriend read my diary, broke up with me, leaving me to stay up all night in a mess of tears while stressing over an assignment due the very next morning. I loved him and this was the first time I had been dumped by someone. Tired and heart-broken as hell, I somehow managed to drag my body out of bed after a friend had given me a lecture about how pathetic I was being. Then I went and took this picture.

http://www.gothunderbirds.ca/roster.aspx?rp_id=2107&path=track

Not bad eh?

I think I'm ready to fall in love.