It’s me versus you versus everybody else. All I have to say is bring it on.
What's it going to take to turn myself around?
It’s obviously not working, whatever I’m doing, wherever I’m going.
One night. One more time.
Thanks for the memories.
I absolutely love reading random people's blogs.
When I die, I’ll go to heaven, because I’ve spent my time in hell.– (via cptgiggles)
Hi, My Name (May As Well Be) Roller Coaster.
I don’t know where to start, other than I’m somewhat more stable now than I have been. I feel a bit better and I sure as hell don’t feel as empty anymore. Yes, I realize that in just (less than) 2 days, my life is going to reset and I’ll be ripped up and forced to start over, but I have wonderful people standing with me (even if they are 700 miles away). <3 Goodnight.
So let’s call this a brick wall. I’m hitting it, and I’m hitting it effing hard. It’s going to take every bit of strength in me to get over this one on my own.
I’m such a freak on Tumblr. I post stuff on here that I would never ever post on...– (via anaxurias)
We stopped checking for monsters under our beds...
Seven days until I can breathe again.
I realized that either: A) A lot of people are really good liars, or B) I might actually be missed. I also realized: A) Just how much I hate Tennessee. B) Just how excited I am to be moving to Maryland in seven days.
Why do I care so much?
It’s better to keep your mouth shut and give the impression that...– Rami Belson
Things aren't always what they seem.
Over the next year: I want to fit in, or figure out how to. I don’t, absolutely do not, want to stick out. I want to get my permit in Maryland at 15 and 9 months, and my license at 16 and 3. I want to play varsity on my new high school’s varsity team. I wish to find myself, most importantly. I want to stay sane. Oh, and my fancy is tickled by Ashton Kutcher, always, but I thought I...
I'm moving to Canada when I grow up.
I’m moving to St. John’s, Newfoundland. On average, the temperatures range from 22F-59F, and usually are never higher than 65F. It rains (on average) 216 days of the year. The population is just over 150,000 and mostly white English-speaking people live there. On the plus side, 50% of the population is Roman Catholic. All in all, I’d fit in rather well. I like rain/cold, and I...
Five things you will find if you open my bag: Phone. Keys. Gum. Barenaked Ladies CD. Bubbles (no joke). Five things in my bedroom: Alice in Wonderland posters. Art CRAP. More chapsticks than anybody else has. Secrets. Walls. Five things I’ve always wanted to do in my life: Fluently speak Italian. Figure out who I am. Get published. Cook well. Make my parents so proud they cry. Five...
…is where the little things matter. It’s the make or break weekend. Aside from softball alone, it’s all about presence. Am I smiling? Is my shirt tucked in? Am I standing up straight? Am I really good enough to do this? This is my first college exposure tournament, and honestly, I couldn’t be any more nervous.
It isn’t hall full, nor is it half empty. My glass just has some water in it.
27: My Month in Great Detail.
June 16 - July 16. Hm. Well, tournaments consume my weekends, and since then we’ve placed sixth in a state tournament and third the following weekend. This weekend is my first college exposure tournament. This is tough. I barely remember what I ate for dinner last night. I went to a funeral. I’ve sent 9,471 text messages (LAME). I’ve blinked 460,804 times (on average). I cleaned...
Day 27: My Week in Great Detail.
Thursday: Laid around and read Harry Potter all day, pitching lessons. Friday: Went to West Virginia for my great grandmother’s funeral. Saturday: Cleaned my bathroom, read. Sunday: Goofed off outside most of the day. Monday: Went to West Town and shopped for a while. Tuesday: Practice in the rain. <3 Wednesday: Dinner with my Mom’s co-workers. Thursday: Got up early, read,...