tried to give me wings but prefer to travel by foot..

Independence.

Singularity.

Self-reliance.

Life by myself.

How much do I really value my independence?

How much do I care to keep to myself?

How well do I really let other people know me?

Here's my chance. A relationship, someone to be there for me. Someone to exchange book recommendations, help me find my car at wal-mart, get to actually know me.

And what do I do?

I shrug them off, avoid text messages, crumple up into my shell...

I take one good look and I run.

Why do I demand to be refunded the moment I am bought?

Am I ever going to be content?

Sweet Success

I've lived in constant fear that if the one guy I've ever considered myself to love.... would come crawling back. You see PS and I have a history, years in fact, but I'd moved on. It might have taken a few months, but I did it. However, here he comes again looking for a summer romance. The fear lies in that I thought I'd come running back into his arms. I'm proud to say I didn't. We've evolved into two entirely different people. At least, I have. We just don't fit anymore, and we merely make perfect friends. Sure, I fit right under your arm, we still have the same tastes, and yes, there'll probably always be something there. However, I've moved on from you and the girl I was. I just can't do that again!
I'm here to say.... no. I'm sticking it to the man, and proving your manipulation techniques are now transparent and useless.
I'm back.

six word: Bam. Take that corrupting heart breaker.

Dating Younger Guys...?

Now as graduates we face a dilemma...

To date younger guys, or not to date younger guys.

What if he's really cute and sweet blue eyed blonde sexy man but a year younger and your graduated and hes a senior...I mean we've already recycled all the guys our age, and I feel like were a lot more mature now that we're out of high school so maybe we can deal with the drama better?

It would probably never work because you're off to college and hes still in the "mature" state of a senior boy. Perhaps a summer fling?

Just wondering what your opinions are...

6 word: the game is on Lady Cougars

(: were not going to BYU for nothin...

Three woman I wish I was more like

Coco Chanel: honsetly could've cared less about what anyone had to say about her and her taste of fashion. She was often ridiculed for her clothing sketeches and constantly attacked for her structured and clean designs. But her determination quickly made her the most suave, coveted, and high-fashion women of the world. She is independent from others thoughts.

Crystal Renn: A knobby size-zero anorexic to a volumputously curved size twelve plus size model, Crystal Renn has the confidence of a mythological Goddess and the body that every classical painter's dreamed about. She loves her curves, each and every one of them. She not only beat anorexia but is now on a world-wide tour to promote healthy eating and body images. She is physically and emotionally confident.

Billie Holiday: Her voice could hush a room instantly and move people to tears. She could paint colors onto the silence Her vocals, like her style and conduct, was classic and unmatched. She sang about everything- oppression, heartache, being rich, being poor, falling in love, shooting for the moon, and living for herself. She is original and genuine.

nothing short of...

lost.

I am spinning on someone elses axis and nauseous with things I don't have.

I've tried everything (flip my hair, bat my eyes, gloss my lips, touch his arm, laugh at everything, be obnoxiously vulnerable, wear tight clothing, giggle, cry, pout).

And yet,

I still find myself going home

alone.

I wish I had a guy to guide me to my car when I'm lost in the parking lot of Wal-Mart.

I wish I had a guy who would call me when it rains and say "let's go puddle jumping!"

I wish I had a guy that would come to my work soley so we could exhange book recommendations.

I wish I had a guy who would tell me to stop pestering with my looks because he thought I looked beautiful to him.

I wish I had a guy who would show me how to throw a frisbee better and how to make the perfect spaghetti sauce.

I wish I had a guy who sincerely cared about what was in my head, what I thought, and who I wanted to be.

I wish I had a guy who could drive me crazy when we argued but made me crazier when he would kiss me to shut me up.

But who knows.

My eyes are sore from looking,

my hands are chaffed from holding on.