It's Not My Fault.

It's not my fault.
It wasn't my decision to make.
Someone else has control over me, you see.
Stop yelling and screaming at me.
Don't scold me for something I had no control over.
No matter how hard I would of tried,
I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it.
So, let me leave in peace.
Let me leave.
Don't look at me that way.
I didn't choose this for myself.
Goodbye.

10 Reasons Why California Sucks.

1. It's too hot here-No snow means no white christmas.

2. There's too many people at the beach-In Maine, beaches aren't crowded because only some people like to swim in the cold.

3. Not enough green-In Maine, there are natural grass and trees. Here, there are only man-made pom trees.

4. Too many people-Eberyone loves California. So they move there. Too many people for my liking.

5. People are too damn skinny here-Everyone's gorgeous and it makes me feel like I'm worse then a donkey.

6. Earthquakes-I could die from an earthquake any day now.

7. Too much traffic-I'm wasting so much time just trying to get there I'm spending more time in my car then at the destination.

8. Arnold Schwartznegger is the governor-Hes going to be in a movie this year with his shirt off in some scenes about bad asses. Do I have to say more?

9. There's only one season-When do I have time to wear my cute winter coat?

10. Lastly, California sucks-because I say so.

Spending The Day In Borders

Today Francesca and I are spending our whole day (or most of it) in Borders. Our day consists of reading aloud to each other in the kids section, drinking smoothies in the cafe, and embarrassing me and people around me. There was a boy about our age that was doing twirls in the air. I started dancing and twirling next to him by Francesca's request. What would you ever do with out friends? Be a lonely loser. That's what.

The Beautiful House

The other night I had a dream. I was in the grocery store and this amazingly gorgeous boy approached me and said, "Hello." I said, "Hey" back. For some odd reason I followed him home. His home was a giant Victorian mansion that belonged to a queen. It was a dark, rainy day. When I walked into the house, it was so bright and lovely I couldn't believe my eyes. There were diamond chandeliers, people in masks and gowns, and portraits in golden frames. When I looked down at myself, I was dressed to fit into this place. Everywhere people were staring at me. Like I didn't belong. But the boy that I'd met at the grocery store was just holding my hand up high and leading me on. The dream seemed to last for weeks. I remember leaving the beautiful house and coming back again and again. Nobody there spoke to me except him. Each time I came back I stayed longer and longer. And at the end of the dream, I was old and that was my life.

Packing

I was packing today and yesterday and I started looking at stuff that I hadn't looked at for years. My closet looked like the island of unwanted toys. But really all of it was just memories from years in the past. So, I had a giant pink box and filled it all up with memories. Concert tickets, photographs, snowglobes, stuffed animals from when I was three. Everything kind of came back to me and I forgot how I lost it.

When things are bottled up, they have to explode sometime or other.

Sometimes when I have emotions that bottle up inside me,

that I laugh and cry all at the same time.