A Breath Of Fresh Air.

My grandmother is on pinterest. This is why I’m on tumblr. 

Dear Administration, 

    I think that you have taken this “twitter patrol” way to far. For one, all you have is tweets. You have no witnesses, and no concrete proof that these kids are doing anything! For all you know, they could be lying, and have nothing better to do than sit on the couch and make people believe that they’re hot shit. The fact that you have decided to spend your time searching though people’s twitters for things they may or may not have done is sad. If that is what you chose to best serve your time doing, that’s sad! There’s kids all over our school who cheat, who sneak drugs into school, skip school, and do much more harmful things than send one tweet during school hours. Now, while I think that it is overly ridiculous that you are monitoring twitter, I would not mind so much if you simply did that; monitor it. Do not call people down to the office for complaining about a teacher, or tweeting about something that happened last weekend. Call people down for serious things such as threats, or deliberate bullying. I do not think it is at all necessary for you to call someone down for sending a tweet during school hours. If you continue to do this, you will have a long line of people outside your door. Besides, if you are going to call people down for sending a tweet, you better start calling down every kid who sends a text, email, facebook updates, or merely passes a note in class. After all, what is the difference between passing a note and texting, or even tweeting? Is it not the exact same thing, only hand delivered, rather than electronically? I believe what you are doing is irrational, and unnecessary. I am sure that as an administrative staff, you have something much more important to do than read through your timeline.
     Sincerely,
An irritated community member. 

This weekend has been nothing but perfection. Pure, priceless, perfection. All I can do now is hope and pray that this perfection will fall into my future.

You leave me 
       b r e a t h l e s s
Every time you say my name. 
Some say love is a game,
But with you I know it’s real.

I woke up next to you,
With your arms wrapped around me tight
It was the most beautiful, most perfect night.  

It’s unreal.
Usually fourteen thousand miles away,
And I was with you today. 
I was with you,
And it was right.

I need to be here.
I need to be here.  
This is my home.
This place, this state, this environment,
And you.
I need to be here.  

I need to be here.
I need to be home. 

Well, it’s my last night to screw shit up, because my birthday is tomorrow. Tomorrow is February 9th. Tomorrow, I will be eighteen years old. 

Life is changing so quickly for me. Eighteen. Senior year is almost done. Life is changing so quickly. 

I had the best day today. I had good classes, but the best part was, when I was in one room, for three hours, with my five closest friends. 

All of these things are just numbers. Twelfth grade. Eighteen. But the most important part of these numbers was the time spend with my best friends. It could have been three seconds, and I would have loved it just as much!

So, tomorrow I not only celebrate my birthday, but I celebrate the moments that I have had with my friends. Those that are thousands of miles away, and those that are thirty seconds from my home. I have the best friends that anyone could ask for. They have been there with me through trials, troubles, and triumphs. So, here’s to birthday’s and memories. 
May there be many more, and many sweeter.

Cheers.  

It’s so nice to know that I have a friend like you. Someone I can hang out with for just a few hours, talk to, watch some TV with, and just be myself around. It’s really nice to know that I have someone like you. Thanks for always being there when I need someone. Really, you’ve never let me down. You always make me smile, and you always make me feel welcomed. I love you. You’re such a great friend. 

It hurts to know that I no longer make you happy. What hurts even more is the fact that I couldn’t make you happy, the way you’re happy now; the way you want to be happy. 
But in a strange way, I am so very glad that you are happy.  I love you. Maybe not in the same way, but I do. And I want the people I love to be happy. I hate that I can’t make you happy, but I love that you are. 

But, please do me a favor and get the fuck out of my head!Leave me alone! Go away! I spent so much time with you, so much time breaking up with you, so much time mulling over you, that I just really truly want to be over you. You consumed my life for so long that  I just want a fresh start so badly it’s not even funny. If I can’t have anyone to talk to, I just want to be rid of you. You’re girlfriend is an ugly whore, and I just want to let the two of you go away and be. So please, all I am asking you is to get the fuck out of my head. Please. It can’t be this hard. Then again, I guess it can be. 

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