Nothing Extraordinary

This is the product of my boredom and being very high.

And there are ghosts in my house.

And no, I didn't edit the pictures at all.

And yes, my makeup is messed up, thank you for pointing it out.

More meaningful, backdated posts coming soon.

In the meantime this is what you get...

Live with it.

Everything Has Changed, and I Can't Tell What Matters

Nineteen days before I turned seventeen, I wrote that "Fate is erasing everything familiar to me, so that I have a chance to grow."

It's ironic how true that became.

So I've known this guy since middle school and we started talking for the first time in years recently.

And he likes me...I mean we talk for hours.

I'm terrible at texting back, so one time he texted me twice per my replies (the second time to remind me to respond); and he did that all night.

Tonight he just gave up and called me when I finally responded after hours.

He goes out of his way to talk to me, we flirt a little, but mostly we just talk about shit.

I like that he challenges me....and he can keep up with my sense of humour, we have good banter, but he's still so sweet.

And he's the first person who's been able to read me, and that's the scariest thing ever.

He's tried to bribe me with all kinds of stuff to go see him, I wish I could.

I will eventually.

*sigh*

Fuck my shit.