I Hve a Lightsaber In My Purse

you know you’re in love when: Taylor Swift songs start making sense to you.

Lather, rinse, maim.

i have a new boy. i love my new boy. my new boy loves me.
life is good right now.

i asked my best friend if he thought i was pretty
he replied: “pretty enough”
i asked what he meant
he said: “pretty enough to get peoples attention but not so much as jaws hit the floor”
i asked “so not what you would consider beautiful?”
he said that i was making him feel bad but that “no but you are attractive”

famiy event tonight means that, right now, i’m trying to convince myself i’m pretty.

Me: If you laugh at me i’ll rip your larynx out with my bare hands and a buck knife.

Guy: Beautifully graphic.

Me: Thanks I try to make my threats brutal yet elegant.

i think that everyone has they’re own personal way of cutting themselves:
some bite their nails down to the quick, some starve themselves, some pick at scabs, and others find their own ways.

Is it normal to be depressed when the guy you like (who is also your best friend in the whole world) kisses you and then when you ask if he wants the two of you to be more than friends, he says no; that he isn’t ready for a relationship yet?  Or to want to help the same ass who broke your heart into a million pieces again and again when you gave him chance after chance, and he continued to let you down?  To not be able to breathe and start to cry when you think about the guy you fell in love with (and who loved you back) and how you had to break up because a girl didn’t trust you and didn’t want to take the time to get to know you?