July 2010
June 2010
Could it be worse? Lights will guide you home, and...
Hiatus/Moved.
There’s a lot I’m not willing to explain.
better yet. I just want to cry all day long and...
stop asking. stop asking. stop asking. stop asking. stop asking.
I don’t know why a follower of the username “fearlesswriter” followed me. I am nothing of the sort. I am a fearful writer and I inhibit my own words and thoughts through vague ideas and motions that one could subtly pick up on. Other then that I like to hide my mind and I like to hide the things that go on inside of it in fear that people will misread and mis-interpret my words...
Letter 5: Dear Dreams,
You have done everything to amplify my emotions TEN FOLD. I either wake up from your deceptive illusions feeling empty, lonely, shaking in fear, or really happy. You have caused me to sleep cry multiple times and you have caused me too much thinking upon awakening.
I am glad that my moleskine is filled with some records of you when I remember, it’s kind of nice to read back on the good...
Me: Tell me about ondansetron.
Mo: brand name: zofran. Comes in 4mg or 8mg, for nausea/vomitting if you are a little kid you get an ODT so you dont have to swallow it...but you arent little.
Me: Oh...cause they gave me the ones that dissolve in your mouth anyways..
Mo: Oh, well you're a little kid.
This ____ isn’t good unless, it’s me...
Letter 4: Dear Sibling,
After 4 amazing years being the golden child and living as spoiled rotten as ever, you came along and destroyed everything…literally. Library books were torn, piano books went missing, MY GENUINE CRYSTAL BELL DECORATED WITH MY BIRTHSTONE SMASHED INTO SMITHEREENS WITHIN THE FIRST MONTH I GOT IT.
You broke the guitar and blamed it on me. Not cool. Also, you took my ukulele and hid it from...
I'm Reyann, and this is Tina's blackberry
Tina was rather insistent that I updated this for her just so she knew what all happened. Basically I spent the day with her watching sappy french movies and watched her bawl like a baby and along with the crying there was some physical pain along with her vomiting but there was never anything to throw up. Dry heaving or something of the sorts.
Unable to move and weak as can be her father and I...
Cela pourrait-il. Cela pourrait silence mes pensées. J’aurais dû mieux, plus vite appris, propose le plus rapide. Je ne comprends pas comment quelqu’un change du jour au lendemain. Plus rapide que moi. Peut-être que je suis pathétique. C’est mon vrai problème, que je suis pathétique et que j’ai toujours tenir à quelque chose qui n’y était pas. Je crée ces situations...
yppah saw I meht llet
nekorb si traeh ym dna nepo era sracs ym lla eb dluow depoh I tahw meht llet elbissopmi…
“Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.”
– Chinese proverb (via robot-heart)
Whatever I found on my old hard drive.
Andain vs...
“If he hasn’t texted you ALL day, he must be dead, or lying in a ditch somewhere...”
– Sarah. I love you, and this made me feel so much better. (via hellomynameisallyson)
hahaha I agree.
Letter 3: Dear Parents,
Aside from the casual mocking, the random annoyances and loud Vietnamese music every Saturday morning, I think you guys are cool. For the most part.
At all piano recitals…recitals and performance in general, you guys have supported me through all of them, not with a beaming smile, but with a weird strange snide remark to make when I get off that stage. Sometimes it’ll be you guys...
because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that...
Letter 2: Dear Crush,
If this were written about anyone else, you’d be all like “whatever, you liek me best.” In which that statement is true. I liek you. I like the way you and I sit on the phone reading. I like watching RJ Berger on the phone with you. 100 questions is fun. I hate being 205.7 miles away from you, but whatevs, we’re too busy leading lives to care about the distance.
I like...
Letter 1: Dear Best Friend,
I’ve had many people under this title, however you have been the first person for me to feel comfortable calling at 4 AM just to cry or rant or complain about girlie problems. We met senior year in Cole’s calc class and your last name rhymes with ho. Because that is what you are, and that is what you forever will be. I have no room to talk, my last name ALSO rhymes with ho.
I’m...
Verbe, égal au Très-Haut, notre unique espérance,...
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a...
ramble ramble ramble ramble
My assorted belongings ie: mountains of hand sanitizers, and unnecessary amounts of lipgloss are still in the back of Jennii’s car. She also has custody of my dress. Galadarling made filofax/moleskines/organizers look ridiculously orgasmic. I have some weird thing about organizers and writing.
NEXT: I have lunch plans with an old friend I had stopped talking to since…February? the...
finally however:
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BECAUSE I...
Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word
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writing to strangers is a hobby
i need to move this hobby elsewhere.
I wish Bishop Aymond was still the one here. Oh well, I guess I can get use to Bishop Vasquez’s robot pseudo singing voice deal.
I want him to attempt speaking Viet…. Just cause Aymond was pro.
-end rant in whichmost of you guys won’t understand or read-
why do drunk people contact me reminding me that...
its 3 in morning. I miss you too. We’ll hang out at appropriate hours.
I was a little girl, alone in a little world
who...