Just Go

If your'e goona leave, I wish youd just leave. Why do you keep coming back if you're not going to stay? Because even when you're gone, you're never really gone. I won't get over it if you keep coming back. Losing you once was hard enough. And now your'e here again and everythings coming back.    Everneath -Brodi Ashton

Girlz

Found this on Tumblr today... It spoke to me.

(Source: staypozitive, via claudszs)

Texting Nightmare

Anyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE text messaging. I cannot live without my phone. I would probably literally die. And everyone also knows, that I have approximately 2 people that I text religiously and last night one of them broke his phone. I dont get it. Do people not realize that they are messing with my life happiness when they go out and break their stuff.... GRRR... Now I may actually have to branch out and actually DO STUFF with my day... connect with real people??? Does anyone actually do that anymore?? It's stressing me out.

Cheer Up

Puppy In A Box

Girl Drama

Know what sucks? When you love someone and they are forever away. And when that awkward moment occurs... when you are trying so desperately to hold onto them that you end up turning into a cling rat girl that pushes them away instead. Yup... that sucks.

A girl in my sorority once told me about her "elastic band" technique. She said that all relationships are on an elastic band. When you want a person to come back to you, you need to pull away and then they elastic band back to you. And this game might work, but I suck at it. I have this desperate need for people to want to like me. Blagh

Inspirational Tuesday's

“The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.” – Albert Ellis

Coincidences

I am currently watching Eat, Pray, Love and was inspired to write a blog today. I didn't know what words to write so I went to my favorite site "Simply Quotes" and looked for something that spoke to me. I stumbled across this:

 "With each reunion we had to learn each other all over again.There was always that nervous moment at the airport when i would stand there waiting for him to arrive, wondering, will i still know him?"

And then I noticed it was said by Elizabeth Gilbert; the writer of Eat, Pray, Love.