"now i see that this is what you mean, when you said you'd be my everything."

blaaaaaaah. i'm so sick and tired of everything going on right now. i knew it was going to be a bad week as soon as my sister headed back to dallas, and when i woke up this morning thinking it was wednesday. algebra 2 is a complete waste of 90 minutes of brain power... every. single. day. along with the stress of school, i haven't washed a single load of clothes in about two weeks now and i'm completely sleep deprived. life right now is really sucking a big one. i need another weekend away, or atleast a few days away, and i'm pretty sure god answered my prayers with that. florida with my one and only. <3


-now, this probably sounds rather ironic coming out of my mouth, but i hate arguing more than anything. it's not the yelling, and the physical demeanor of it all, but how it hurts people. i remember countless times as a child listening through the vents, hearing rash, meaningless words thrown back and forth between my parents, and it scared me. the expression “sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you” is terribly untrue. the fact that just hearing two people going at each other made me cry, goes to show how it can be when you’re experiencing it. whether i’m fighting with my best friend over the silliest idea, or screaming at my dad, i always feel bad after it’s all been said and done. just an apology, or a hug and a kiss can make it all up- but sometimes, wounds may be deeper than you think. literally, you can never fully take back something you’ve said. the damage has been done, and all you can do is repent. all in all, arguing needs to be left to lawyers, and trash mouthed sailors. that’s how i see it.

until next time, xoxo.