Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

And when the world got too much for me
I took off and left a memory
Thinking I'd find something better for me somehow
Oh but now

Whenever I run
Instead of running into the blue
I follow my heart
And there in your arms
Is where I find the love I need
And the best is yet to come
Baby you're the one I run to

I used to quit when it got too tough
Throw in my cards when I was down on my luck
But baby you mean too much to me

This song explains everything I was thinking before I left, and everything I'm thinking now.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


He wanted me to stay. He wants me back home. Oh my god. You can't even imagine how happy this makes me. I mean, I'm still going to stay for awhile, but just knowing that this whole time he's been wanting me to come back and yet he wouldn't say anything because he wants me to be happy, even if that means not being there with him. If only he knew that nothing in this world would make me happier than to be there right now.

I can't believe how understanding he is. How the hell did I get this lucky? <33333333

Super girly and corny post is over now. :)

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Well then.

That status is starting to get to me. Maybe I'm just over-thinking it. Ugh. I need to know things are okay. Maybe I should stop worrying and just ask you.

I think I'll do that.

Monday, July 5, 2010

I really

really really really really really have to pee. Maybe I should go do that instead of laying directly on my bladder while I'm typing this.

By the way, Eclipse was awesome.
Taylor Lautner needs to birth my children.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Eff. My. Life.

I need to go home. Wait, no I don't. Yes, I do. Damn. I can't handle this shit. I love it here, so why would I want to leave? I want to leave because I need to see James, Sharon, Nina, Alex, Emma, Chelsea, and Luis. But I haven't even seen Lindsay yet. Hell, I haven't even seen Dallas yet.

I'm going through this huge mind-fuck, and I've only been here for a week. Wow, Lacey. You officially suck.

For God's sake.

Why can't you just tell me? I asked a simple question, and you wouldn't even answer it. I tell you everything, and you won't tell me this one thing.

"Before I moved, did you really want me to stay?"
"No answer."

What the hell?! Do you have any idea how this makes me feel? It makes me think you didn't want me to stay. And if you did, but you don't want to say it because you don't want me to make my decisions based on how you feel, then I understand it. But even then, it makes me wonder if you'll ever really tell me how you feel about something. I'm not going to base my life decisions on you. I just want to know if I was really wanted there.

That's all. :/