Ninfa Daisy

I told my psychology teacher that I had a dream about a garden and lovely flowers. He therefore, concluded my life to be at a tranquil and in a peaceful state. Little did he know that I left out the part about being nude and also being chased by  large purple butterflies. The trees also talked to me, almost harmoniously and the lovely flowers died at my sole touch.

 Maybe I really am a lunatic.

I wake up every morning, only to be analyzed by Audrey Hepburn. She warned me about my wardrobe. Apparently I'm a bubbly and at times grungy little girl, who will never find true love. At least my favorite teddy bear, thinks I'm attractive. My pinguinn does too. And even though my heart belongs to someone else i think i can love my pinguinn too. Maybe i already do.  

SO WE ARE HAVING A PERFECTLY GOOD AIM CONVERSATION UNTIL........

ME: You're an eighteen year old piece of eclectic genius with a British accent. How come you can't seem to sack a girl?

HIM: They're all duds.

ME: What, the girls?

HIM: That and the rest of the country... the world acturally

ME: Way to stay optimistic, broody boy. :D

HIM: I'm sorry If I seem paranoid, but I never get the ones I like.

ME: What ones do you find admirable??

HIM: Ones that sing me silly songs, are addicted to energy drinks & starbucks and write poetry in the side columns of a piece of notebook paper.

ME: I think I know a girl that fits into that category quite perfectly.

HIM: Too bad she's scared.

ME: Scared of what?

HIM: Loving me.

and i ask myself... am I??? and why??  anyways after this i played chicken and i immideately came up with hundreds of things to do. :/

I want to live in a tree and eat dried fruit all day.

Nothing is as it seems

I've erased every picture we ever took together. Well, all but one. I can't seem to bring myself to do it. Why? i don't know. I like to think that its all in the past. But is it???  How do you forget??

This i will to know. :(((

I'm annoyed. A LOT! The irony of life is just to much :/

Let me act superior by defining words and using my English classes oh so diligently; maybe my hopeless situation will change without me having to do anything about it.

& Let me use the same old lines on everyone I want to like me; if the girls keep getting younger & younger...i might not show my age.

& Let me be over dramatic about every little thing in my life; maybe one day people will pity me.

& Let me talk about drinking and drugs; maybe people will think I'm cool if I destroy my life slowly.

& Let me fantasize about the world's perfect woman without giving the ones with flaws a thought; maybe I'll marry Barbie one day.

& Let me go out with her for any reason except true feelings; maybe I'll get over that girl I can never have.

& Let me hang out with as many people as possible while gossiping; maybe I'll forget that my best friend has moved on.

& Let me try to be friendly with everyone; maybe people won't realize that I start 99% of the rumors going around.

& Let me say as many cute names as possible; maybe people won't notice that I don't have a good vocabulary.

Shall I go on?