I love music, just music in general because all types are beautiful. I love superheroes, the avengers, batman, superman, I love them all. I love the harry potter series. I love Ron Weasley. I love Tom Felton. I love the Hunger Games series. I love book Gale and movie  Peeta. I love Josh Hutcherson. I love hiker boots. I love his smile. I love his eyes. I love ocean waves. I love vintage. I love polaroids. I love being a 90s kid. I love dreamcatchers. I love sailboats. I love anchors. I love mustaches. I love hot air balloons. I love stars. I love the galaxy. I love the sound of saxophones. I love guitars. I love pianos. I love the color red. I love colorful things. I love graffiti. I love broadway. I love the sun. I love the beach. I love leather jackets and boots. I love hair extensions. I love red lipstick. I love anti-jokes. I love dance. I love tutus. I love hopes. I love my friends. I love sharpie markers. I love disney world. I love disney classics. I love roller coasters. I love scary movies. I love rom-coms. I love Michael Buble. I love staying up late. I love sleeping. I love eating. I love the smell of new shoes. I love TOMS. I love every decade. I love dreams. I love my life.

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I am always at war with myself

my heart-I love him… I’m in love with him I know it.

my mind-you’re graduating you idiot… you can’t love him, he’s going to be Junior and you won’t be around.

my heart-so? I’ll be near I’ll see him whenever.

my mind-but you know how much band takes up someone’s life.

my heart-he doesn’t do indoor…

my mind-but that summer time, and fall time won’t be around and you’ll drift

my heart-but..

my mind-I’m right.

my heart-but I love him.

my mind- you think so?

my heart-I know so.

my mind- we’ll see…

my heart- :/ 

I hate crying.

I’m making a big deal over nothing. But I feel like I’m losing my friends. I don’t want them to tell me that I’m not because I really am. So don’t fucking say that we’ll keep being friends. I’m not going to be there all the time now, what happens? I FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND and “Find my own friends” I might. but I don’t usually.

All I want is for you to do what I ask.

I ALWAYS ask mom if I ever need anything. But she’s busy most of the time so if I have a meeting, that is required for me to go to prom, OR maybe I just need my car because I need to go to other places, I want YOU to be there. On time, not at whatever time is scheduled, ON MY SCHEDULE. I may be a little dictating, but I’ve been trained to be early to things.

Don’t lie to me and say you’ll be home soon when in reality I call you 3 hours later and you’re “on your way”

Don’t say you were busy with important things when you smell like beer.

Don’t make excuses because I’d rather you just listen to me.

I bet you’re not even filling my up my gas right now, even though this morning I had half a tank, you brought it down close to E

I am beyond stressed and I don’t need a fuck up of a dad screwing around. You’re not a child, you’re an adult. ACT LIKE ONE. fucking asshole.