Bittersweet 3

Well, I tried to keep it a secret, but Facebook is making it hard to keep it low. If you haven’t found out already, I got my first (and last) acceptance letter for college.

Goodnight obsession, goodnight addiction

I’ve never been so close to giving up.

Jealousy, you play weird roles in my life.

Reminiscing

Back when I first moved to Seattle from the mighty state of Alabama, our new house had a nice little feature: a stairway corridor from the basement to the first floor (unlike our house in Alabama, which had just a couple creaky wooden stairs to our gargantuan garage).

WordPress is terribly neglected.

Well, I know why I don’t post blogs as much anymore. I usually talk face to face about the things I’d blog about, and it just seems like there’s no point of posting my thoughts online after that. Although I’m sure that would be different if my blog was popular, but that’s not the case.

hello wordpress

i’ve been trying to decide if i’m:

a.) observational
b.) a creeper

whatshisface

being forgotten. one of my worst fears.

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running start rant

everyday i go to school, i wish i went to high school.

cramped spaces

i hate waiting in line. i actually don’t mind the waiting, but i’m really personal-space-ish when i don’t wanna act homo.

i feel like there’s something really wrong with me, but i don’t know what it is.

edit:
figured it out. i’m not getting enough sleep.