Dear 2011,

Today I am anxious about meeting you. Also, I am angsty about meeting you.
Five things I loved about 2010?
1.) I got my tattoo.<3
2.) High School? I guess. I am going to miss you, I'm sure, once I have these crazy things called bills that eat my soul away. :) I like how furthering your education is a gamble, thanks world. You make so much fucking sense.
3.) I have two beautiful baby cows that are being bottle fed. They are cuter than your puppy. Also, just living on my farm in general. It has been a blessing and a curse, and inevitably I'm going to miss it.
4.) I started an ongoing philanthropy project that I hope continues all through my life and beyond. I love animals.
5.) I made it through another year with my beautiful boy, Lennon Michelangelo Selby<3

Five things I'm thrilled to ditch about 2010?
1.) I'm sorry Georgetown, you will always be home but its time for an adventure. 
2.) Well, realistically, Highschool. I swear to myself I don't want to leave but I'm a senior, of course I want to stop waking up at the buttcrack of dawn to spend the day with more angsty shits like myself.
3.) My attitude toward change.
4.) 5 pounds?
5.) My procrastination habits... kind of?


... Meow.

we love it.

"I want to dance with no pants on"
-Thanks Ke$ha, you are a hoe.

Obscene

I should note, I DO NOT SMOKE.

As the goose bumps formed on my skin, my brain, high on false emotions, realized that I will only ever be pleased with childish novels and Jonas L.A. type shows.
Break a heart or two kid.

You're lies always come true, you contort your future with your stories, you're a solid ground for a little ghoul to harvest. 

• Every time you part your lips, you will pay for the kiss; the experience. You will also pay for the absence of experiences. 
• For every second your heart chattered with ardency, the rhythm of your heart will mangle with distress.
• Every melody in which you amuse him with your feeble little fingers and your tiny little voice, that will be the bomb in your chest, the waterworks.
• For every time he takes care of you when your sick, for that time after surgery when he nursed you back to health and dried your tears, you were paying into him your soul that he will never return to you.
• For every ping of jealousy you ever experienced and consoled yourself with these reflections, you will experience that jealousy times fifty.
• For every occurrence in which you ran your fingers through his hair, stared deeply into his green eyes, and didn't say an adequate amount, that too will drown you.
• For every episode that you were upset and you said too much, that will be the pit of self-hatred you call your stomach.

For everything you do, you are investing in your future.

She smirks in her bitter self esteem,
bathing in vanity; stressed and malicious, she bites her lip.
She prides herself over her mischievous actions, nearly purring at her realizations;
She coveted it; its her buddah, she recollects. S