Flypaper

You can grow flowers from where dirt used to be.


I'm sure I'm not the only one in the world with family problems.
Tensions and fights and the whatnots.
But, you know how it often feels like you are?
No one really talks about it right?
It's always,
oh yeah, just some stuff going on at home.
yeah. stuff going on at home.

We've all been there.

I guess what I'm trying to say right now is,
I've been there.
And fellow bloggers and stalkers,
if you ever want to talk,
I'm here.


You know, I'm not perfect.
I pick at my nails.
I'm far too loud.
I have a temper.
I don't like what I look like, so I don't accept compliments.
I'm cold and distant when I feel people starting to actually matter.
I'm lazy most days.
I'm afraid to try in case I fail.
I'm a bitch sometimes.

But I like me, in general.
Do you like yourself?


They rain has turned to snow.
Pretty snow.
I danced in it with a guy friend today.
It was cold and unromantic, but rather fun. (: