...Held Together By Clothes Pins & Tension....: 08/07/2005

About Me

Location: Columbus, Ohio, United States

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!" --John Mayer--

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Hailey and I

I always do this. I always hype situations up in my mind and then when it comes down to it it sucks. I thought that I would have a good time with Hailey around, but it isnt working out so well. Truthfully I think that if we werent related we would never be friends. Sometimes I think that it would just be better if I avoided seeing her whenever she comes to visit. She doesnt like who I am as a person, so why should I even care about her? I feel like I spend a lot of my time trying to help her have a good life and give her my opinions and all she does is tell me that I am wrong. She says that her life sucks and that she is never going to be anything in life. So, how many times can I try to help her before I have to make myself not care.

Today is a bad day. I am really sad about this turn of events. This sucks.

*Tiffany*