Something resembling Monet's water lilies

not so finished/started poems....

we're a two piece puzzle

it's easy to see how we fit together

...and when my Cinderella glow has worn off,

you still say I'm the most beautiful girl you've ever seen.

Well I don't know if I believe that, but

maybe someday I'll buy a nice condo in

that fantasy world you're living in.

If you asked me if I love him.....I'd lie

I almost forgot to post this!

So while driving to school from school today, I was thinking about (now brace yourself for the shocker...) love. 

People ask me all the time what is love and how do you know when you're in love? Well, one of my standard answers used to be when you care about that person more than you care about yourself, and you put their needs ahead of yours.

Well, that's all well and good but here's my new theory on that: You can't lose sight of yourself. It's perfectly well and good to put someone else before yourself, but if you lose sight of your own wants and needs you will become unhappy. And, we all know that to love someone you must first love yourself. 

Soooooo.....yeah. That's what I remember about my car epiphany. Not word for word but close enough...

In other news: I felt floaty today for all the right reasons. 

I break things

Okay so I really need to leave for work but I'm hoping writing will relieve some of my tensions.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know, you think asking nicely would work. You think no longer hinting and asking for what you want would work. But no. Some people are completely oblivious and live in their own world. AND IT REALLY PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!!!!!!!

Ugh. 

In other news I almost cried today. Some people would know why, others wouldn't. I'm doubting myself and it's ripping my heart out...slowly.

Words flow out like rain into a paper cup

So I've figured out that I get my best ideas for writing when I'm driving. Does anyone else see the problem with this?

 I can't write and drive at the same time!

I also don't want to pull over to write because that just seems silly and I'm not so good at pulling over on the side of the road. So let's just hope I never get pulled over by a cop. But back to what I was saying. Every time I'm driving I get an idea for a story, but by the time I get home I've thought about 30 different things and can't remember my story ideas! It's really frustrating!