No, I didn't just bitch slap your creative spirit.

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."

- Chuck Palahniuk


I'm Abbie. 17, strange, usually lots of fun.

I like photography and music and beautiful things. Reconnecting with old friends, finger painting, weird foods from different countries, long plane flights especially at night & over oceans, playing guitar, driving, acting a fool in public when I'm with friends, proper grammar, medical textbooks;

I don't like misspellings, repeating myself, bad hair days, uncomfortable bras, speed limits, paintings that are hung unevenly, unwashed clothes, wasps, people with attitude problems.
~ Sunday, February 28 ~
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Today;

Certain things just rub me the wrong fucking way. Like tonight, assume I’m angry or upset with you when I’ve been nothing but pleasant as shit to you all day. That will put me in a sour mood. Ugh. I had damn good reason to be upset with him, but I wasn’t. Why? Because I try hard to let shit go and not let it bother me and that’s exactly what I was doing all day. Whatever. Then you come over, say like 5 words to me and fall asleep on my couch? Sure. That’s cool.. But it’s whatever really. I do my part and that’s all that I can do. I’m just going to act like a big kid once again and keep my mouth closed. Because in the end, it would only cause more problems than it’s worth. I definitely learned that the hard way last time I said anything about it bothering me. Whatev. Some people disappoint me and turn out to, unfortunately, not be quite as mature as I expect.

Honestly, that would be most people. I haven’t really met anyone that’s quite as mature as I would hope. I just need a fucking clone of myself to be my best friend. Then a male version of myself to be my boyfriend. The only issue would be my boy version cheating on me with my clone. Hah. That could be an issue. Since, that does happen from time to time no matter how mature I like to think I am. 

I bet if I went back and read this shit right now I would feel quite stupid. Oh God! Andy just texted me :)  

This will improve my mood. Of course, going out and partying it up like I COULD have tonight would have made everything worth it. Because I would have gotten my spiteful revenge partying in and all would be fair in the world. But, if I’m to be all mature I mustnt think like that. Revenge wouldnt be good or make anything right. Blahhhhh I’m just ranting stupidly at this point. Partly because I’m on my mac and I just enjoy typing on this keyboard and the sound that my currently long fingernails make on it. 

Oh yeah, and I saw Drew today. Just, passing by on Woodland Hills. But it was weirdddd seeing his truck and just ugh. Memories. I’m not a fan. 

My thumb hurts. I smashed it in my car door yesterday because I’m retarded. 


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