Mortality is a funny thing.

Well that's kinda it, I guess. What else is there to say? To know that someday you're going to just not be here anymore is like I don't know, trying to imagine something that's impossible.


Makes you want to believe in heaven or reincarnation or something.

I can't imagine what I would do if I lost anybody I know. Well I can but you never really know you know?

It's like doing a virtual simulator; you can make up all the situations and reactions but never really know what to do when the real thing happens.

I don't want to think about that, but it seems like a lot of things in my life have caused me to lately.

uhg, not good. I just hope this isn’t some karmic sign, I really should make an effort to tell the people I love that I love them though... just in case.



damnit buffy.

This is about sex

I was looking up Harry Potter on DeviantArt (great site for artists, once you wade through all the cosplay and anime fanart...)

And after who knows how long I came across this:

"Weasley, if you have a rash there, go see Madam Pomphrey."

Rights to picture belong to Svenly, blah blah blah.

This is not about sex

You know what terrifies me more than anything?
College.
Yeah I am totally that pathetic little girl who's afraid to leave mommy. Oh but wait, no I'm not.

I'm a lot more fucking insane then your average 18-year-old.
How do I know this? I just do.
Here's a check-list
Hate to be disorganized, yet my room is in shambles? (check)
Stupidly in love with someone I'll never have a chance with? (check)
Blame self for other's wrong doing, or at least feel guilty about it? (check)
hate procrastinating and do it anyways? *COUGHCOUGH* right now *COUGHCOUGH*
(check)
Oh yeah, and there is the little matter of this being one of my stumbles... (check- plus what the fuck?)

That's not all the reasons but I also have an amazingly short attention span, so I am going to force myself to write some more.  Maybe I'll finish the damn chapter and go to bed.