yeah, you

I still have strong feelings for you


They're just the exact opposite of what they used to be.

and here's a cute picture

We'll regret the things we didn't do more than the stupid things we did

So many people tell me what I am, what I could be, and what I should do. So many people tell me to fall in love, get married, and have 11 babies before the age of 23. So many people telling me I'll go on a mission. Telling me we'll get back together. Telling me he's a jerk. Telling me I should try out. Telling me what music to listen to. Telling me what what I can do, what I can't do. So many people talking, my voice is getting drowned out by the crowd.

So if you were wondering.

Here's what I want.

• I want to laugh hard every day.
• I want to travel the world
• I want to fall in love
• I want to be patient
• I want to smile 99% of the time
• I want to look back and be proud of what I've done in life
• I want to write it all down
• I want to turn my flaws into my best characteristics
• I want to forget about everyone who leaves me
• I want to see the world like a newborn does
• I want to break the rules
• I want to scream and have everyone hear me
• I want to dance and not doubt myself
• I want to perform
• I want to live my life like a novel
• I want to change people
• I want to never pretend the world is something it isn't
• I want to wake up every morning grinning
• I want to feel beautiful
• I want to know I'm worth it
• I want to let go
• I want to go crazy
• I want to be liked for myself, not in spite of myself
• I want to grow old with you
• I want to act like I'm young
• I want to play pretend
• I want to imagine the impossible
• I want to know I tried my absolute hardest.
• I want to do it my way

And that's all I need to succeed. So next time someone asks me what I want to do with my life, I'm going to tell them that I don't know what I'll be or who I'll be with, but I do know that I will always live freely. I will always smile when I feel like frowning, and I will always love with no hesitation. I'll die knowing that I was all I could be in life, and that's completely fine with me.

Insert Smile Here

I've become the pathetic woman i hate.

In other news. I realized that I think in writing and pictures. Everytime a thought or concept enters the dissheveled library that is my mind, I imagine what I would write. How would I phrase it, what word could I use, how I could make people actually understand. After going through that, I ask, "If this chain of thought was captured in a single photograph, what would it be?"Usually it ends up involving a girl in a pink dress throwing herself into the air. don't ask me why.

So blogging world, really I have written about 763 posts and taken 812 pictures....
In My Mind

This week has been, to use a most wonderful cliché, an emotional roller coaster.
I have to go to attendance school everyday.
Sparkling water exploded all over me.
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.
I missed a Chemistry test.
I have the worst grades in Emily Henson history.
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.
I'm going to Spring Fling with a random, unknown senior.
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.
My car ran out of gas today.
I feel a pimple coming on.
I have over 15 missing assignments
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.
The term ends next week.
I start crying at random times.
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.
My new car lacks power steering.
I get a work out everytime I drive it.
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.
I feel like the world is all against me.
I miss  California
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.
I miss Catalina island.
I miss AF.
I'm in love with the boy that I hate.

 all this turmoil leads me to believe one thing. it's tragic, and most people avoid discussing it at all costs. but i'm going to be honest, the world can know. i'm not ashamed.
it is definitely going to be my time of the month any day now.

Untitled, By Anonymous

Untitled
By Anonymous

That only sucked
Because everyone walked around me
Like I was a glass ballerina
Standing on one toe,
Slowly losing her balance.
And if they so much as shifted
The air pattern would falter
And I would shatter.
In reality, however,
All I wanted was someone
To push me over.
And tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself.
So I could get back up.
All I wanted was someone to care,
But somehow,
No one seemed to.

I think humanity has a problem
They think that when someone loses something
They want to be left alone.
They only want privacy.
They’re fine by themselves.

But that isn’t true.
Maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe humanity’s problem
Is what we need so desperately.
We need someone by our side.
We need the world to know our pain.
We’re never really fine by ourselves.



An excerpt from my new in-the-works book called Untitled, By Anonymous. It's written in poetry, and I'm pretty excited about it to say the leaset.