we meet again.

dear world,

i feel somewhat ashamed of myself,
disappointment and disgusted with myself for how i feel,
i want to meet someone,
i want a boyfriend.
i’ve become one of those sad and lonely girls that i hate,
a girl who wants someone there when she’s down,
someone to encourage her,
someone who has old fashioned ways and morals,
not like all the boys out there today,
the boys who only want one thing and think their better than the world.
i want to meet someone who can sweep me off my feet,
someone who i see i just think, wow,
and someone who actually wants to get to know the real me without judging my morals or point of view.
i want to meet someone who makes me feel happy and who i get excited to see or talk to.
if there is someone out there like that,
that does exist,
im getting impatient,
and thats just sad.

“what are you doing?”
“wondering why you don’t look like penelope cruz.”

“what are you doing?”

“wondering why you don’t look like penelope cruz.”

“do you like pigeons?”
“no not really.”
“why not?”
“have you ever made eye contact with one? those little beady dark eyes, they look like their up to something.”

“do you like pigeons?”

“no not really.”

“why not?”

“have you ever made eye contact with one? those little beady dark eyes, they look like their up to something.”

i was a little girl, alone in my little world, who dreamed of a little home for me.

i was a little girl, alone in my little world, who dreamed of a little home for me.

today i decided that i’m giving up on you.

today i decided that i’m giving up on you.

tomorrow the birds will sing.

tomorrow the birds will sing.

choices are so hard to make sometimes.

choices are so hard to make sometimes.