scalloped potatoes are the **.

i think if you believe, it's real.
people have powerful imaginations.

Agreed.

Everyone is entitle to a few of such miserable days.
It's only a problem if every day is like that.

I empathize.

For someone who hates Twilight, I'm surprised you would say you'd want to be a part of someone, and someone a part of you. You don't want that. That's like being an emotional parasite. What you want is to find peace within yourself--trust me, that is what will keep you from feeling incomplete.

I know, easier said than done.
But I guess I'm just offering the only wisdom I have
because you remind me so much of how I used to be.

I experience this exact sensation every time I look at myself in the mirror. I feel as if my body were just that--a body, nothing more, and certainly not mine.

This is why I only glance at my reflection now, because if I look just a little bit longer, I completely lose my sense of reality.

i actually have a very functional, "normal", nuclear family. two happily married parents, a sister, and four grandparents. i'm extremely lucky.
sometimes it feels weird, because everyone i know has less-than-lovely homes, and compared to them i have a perfect life.

i think some adults are doing the best they can.
and you can't really ask for more than that.

i didn't see any swearing. o:
even if you stated the obvious, i enjoyed reading it.

twilight was badly written, with plot holes. and the author (whatshername?) has the writing skills of a middle schooler. it encourages stalking, and unhealthy relationships.

i like meaningless comedies.

birthdays don't have great significance to me, because my age doesn't correlate with my maturity or even my grade in school. i graduate high school when i'm sixteen, and i've spent my whole life with older kids.
it's a bit disappointing to have high hopes for a milestone birthday and then not experience any change. i remember being so excited for 10 - double digits - but by the end of the first week as a ten-year-old, i was severely bored.

i own flannel. a lot.
but i bought them specifically because they're thin enough for summer, and colorful enough to not immediately drag up the image of a lumberjack.

vests are increasingly popular, but i prefer to only wear them in actual formal, or semi-formal, situations. otherwise you just depreciate the value of vests.

i love your honesty.

that's the way i feel when i move and look in the mirror. not just dancing; little things, like eating or walking. it makes me suddenly self-conscious when i notice the little idiosyncratic movements i do.

i love purple. and i had 4 bunnies, two of whom were called bonnie & clyde. i never understood house, but i love dexter. and i could live off of kraft instant macaroni.

i like rainy days. they make me think.
i could use a little melancholy, every once in a while. i don't think i could live my life happy all the time.