10.25.2010

"just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world."

nah.. i didn't take the 'midnight train goin' anywhere', but if i could hop on any flight headed straight for dallas, i'd do it in a heartbeat. i'd go to see the one person that i love the most in this world- my sister. i miss dallas more than i miss summer all together.. and if you know me, that says a LOT. my sister is like the other half of me, and when i'm with her, it's like two peas in a pod. she's like the senseless, goofy, creative side of me. taking two shots of red bull just to get the day started, hitting up the gym after tanning for a few hours almost makes up all of the GTL missed on the off-season of jersey shore. the nightlife of dallas sucked me in more than anything. it showed me just how much i want to grow up. there are so many things about me that i wish i could change, but lord, give me the chance to be just 5 years older, and i'd be content. sometimes i think it'd be so easy to just drop everything i have right now and leave. and sometimes i feel like i wouldn't really care, to be honest. right now, that could be true- but in the long run, not so much. although life for me right now isn't all fine and dandy. it's the COMPLETE opposite. i haven't actually hung out with my best friend in about 2 months now, i haven't seen my sister in over 4, and i'm just lost with everything. true to the lyrics, i really am a small town girl, living in a lonely world. i'm a teenager, just lost in this vast expansion of the adult world trying to figure out who i am, all the while having others trying to do it for me. i wish i could be more mature sometimes, and not make such stupid decisions, but growing up doesn't come easily. as almost everyone who is older (and respectively wiser) than me has said, "don't rush growing up-you'll miss it one day." i can't remember the last time i actually took somebody's advice, but hey- if it applies to me growing up, then i'm all ears.

dallas with courtney, before lady gaga.<3




until next time, xoxo.

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