Thursday, May 24, 2012

You have been the best boulder anyone could ask for. I only hope I've been half the boulder you are.


I hope we boulder on for years to come... Only 1 year, 3 months till our adventures together end. It's going to be rough.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Mini Rant.

I am really sick of the girls who think that because they don't wear makeup, they are somehow "better" than those of us who do. I'm sure you've all heard it, or seen it.



"I'm not one of those girls who need makeup to feel beautiful."
"Makeup is just a way to cover your insecurities."
"Girls only wear makeup to hide behind their insecurities."



Last time I checked, we as humans do a lot to feel better about ourselves. Why do we try and dress in silhouettes that flatter our shape? Why don't all of us just walk around naked, and let every lump and bump hang out? Why? I'll tell you why. We are trying to feel good about ourselves. When has that made us less of a person? If someone does something that makes them feel good about themselves, let them. It's not any of our places to judge someone because they feel prettier when they wear mascara. Unless you are a fresh-faced nudist, who has never cut their hair in their lives, you do something to "hide your insecurities".

And sure, confidence is always what we should be working towards. You should feel good about yourselves, but it's not always that simple. For example, I am not the bustiest woman in the world. I feel like they are disproportional to the rest of my body. I've tried just "getting over it", but that doesn't make me feel any better. Instead of just accepting what I don't like about myself, I'm trying to make myself look, in my opinion, better. I wear what I wear not to impress boys, or to impress girls, but to impress myself.

Do whatever makes you feel confident. Whether that be not wearing any makeup at all, or piling on the royal blue eyeshadow. Whether that be getting a boob job, or wearing 6 inch heels everyday (which I wouldn't advise, due to future foot problems you may experience). We shouldn't judge people for feeling beautiful in their own ways. 

That is all :)

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Hey, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm just tired. *leaves*
Oh... umm... alright... bye?

I don't know what to do anymore; I feel like I'm trying so hard, and you aren't meeting me half way. And I don't even have an explanation... I wish I could tell what's going on. 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

breakdown.

I know exactly what I want.
But I don't know how to say it.

I want to be able to handle stress without shattering Buddha. I want to know what I'm talking about.
I want to not need you. I want to be able to take on all this weight by myself. I want to be the hero of my strory. I want to be my own savior.

But I'm not. I'm fragile, and I'm weak. I'm ever single character Ms. Fineman has ever cast me as. I am Betty fucking Crocker. I cry. ALL THE TIME. Hell, I'm crying now. I'm so sick it. For once, I want to be Antigone. I don't want to be sweet, and innocent, and cute. I want people to take me seriously. But for some reason, any sort of femininity is weakness. And I just ooze femininity... from my face, to my clothes, to my words. I wish that I could be girly, and strong. I wish people accepted that as a fucking possibility in this world. I wish I could be friends with guys without being seen as this bitch who just puts them in the friendzone. I'm sorry? I'm sorry that my friendship isn't enough for you... that if I can appreciate you as a person without wanting to marry & make babies with you, I'm leading you on.


MELTDOWN, HELL YEAH.

Embarassment.

Scale of 1-10?
12.


I can go crawl in a hole and die, now.