victim

its so easy to forget how many other people are hurting too; in the entire world.
i have some tough, stupid shit going on. but there is waaay worse.
i'm tired of being the victim, so i'm going to stop believing that i am one.
karma's a sacred bitch, it'll all come around.

lady antebellum

"My friends think I'm moving on,
but the truth is I'm not that strong and nobody knows it but me.
I've kept all the words you said,
in a box underneath my bed,
and nobody knows it but me...

You should have been chasing me,
You should have been trying to prove,
that I was all that mattered to you,
Oh, I should have said all the things,
that I kept inside of me and maybe,
You could have made me believe,
that what we had boy,
Oh, that what we had
What we had
It was all we're ever need."

NOPE

or not.


you deserve better. you deserve better. you deserve better. he should want to drop everything he's doing and make the smallest sacrifice to come see you when your dad is in the hospital instead of partying with friends for over a week, ignoring your texts.

you deserve better.
you deserve to be with someone like your brother and your daddy.
YOU DESERVE BETTER.
listen to yourself lindsey! lissssten.

please

i was so unsure before.

and now i'm so sure. sooo sure. i want to be with you RIGHT NOW.

silly

CONFUSED.
that's all i can feel. i know we want each other. i know you have to be in my life. my feelings are growing the longer we're apart. is that good? i want you to hold me and make me feel better, but you're the problem! i'm the problem! is it even a problem? is there even a solution? what's gonna happen! i'm scared. you're scared. you miss me. i miss you... more.

my heart is already broken from the most important man in my life. and i don't want it to be hurt by another.

where's my answer book?

jason and paris

jason mraz puts paris into the most perfect words. uggh i want to go there so bad. jason would be a good addition too...

"Paris is a perfumed city, bedazzled in lights, leather and legs. It is a city that inspires poetry, romance and leave-in conditioner. This is the one city where I’m neither bothered by cigarette smokers nor stinky cheese. Being here makes me want a chateau to claim as my castle. Being here makes me want to sleep in an expensive suit while I dream in black in white. Yet while the city consumes my imagination, I am content in the corner, a tourist observing the colorful world in a state of perpetual newness. Even in the busiest of places, I find solace as if the city were sound proof, the babble of voices being the drone of raw emotion, nothing more. My understanding of the language is so minimal that comparing it to a call of wild animals is the best I can do to apply any meaning to it. Therefore, everything I hear is magical, like ears listening to ballet. The whir of le scooter, the ding of the vino, the clop of the boots and unzipping of jackets supply the musical accompaniment to all of it including my clinking miniature spoonfuls of sugar into my annual espresso."