somebody turn the lights on, somebody tell me whats wrong.

i'm okay.
i'm not failing geometry. i'm not failing anything, actually, i'm making a's in every class.
yay high school(:
ok, maybe not. but still, i'm glad i'm doing good.
i don't like that you're too busy to talk to me. it scares me that this is what this year is going to be like if this sets the stage for that....
church tomorrow night, then fame rehearsal the next night(:
should be a good two days.

i hate mondays.

they never work out so well for me.

precious.

we all should remember how short life is, and how anything can change so quickly.
third graders shouldn't have to get major plastic surgery because they got ran over by a car, it's... horrible. just horrible.

I believe in:

love
awkward moments
oreo cookies
writing on floors
the avett brothers
text messages
music in general
madison coressel
missing people
painting things
pictures of golf balls
ice cream in the middle of winter
sitting in the rain for four hours to see Virginia tech win.
my adorable cousins
facebook
being myself; and not changing for anyone.
unintentionally breaking hearts.
pizza.
best friends.
cherry lemon sundrop.
theatre.
Josh jones.
being alone every once in awhile.
my own style.

god, most of all, god.

(:

its been a great weekend so far.
i'm so glad this week was better than last week. literally, soooo glad.

this is awkward.

...and i don't like it.

urghhhh!

I. hate. geometry.
period, end of story.