The only thing appropriate to say after a one night stand, in which the woman wakes up in your apartment, is: “would you like a cup of coffee? would you like me to call you a cab?”
there need not be a thank you involved.
also, no, she most likely does not want to see your stamp collection.
I’ve realized recently there are usually 4 different types of people. The people who genuinely love you. The people who say they love you until you fuck up then they arent so sure. The people who pretend to love you for the sake of other people. And then you have the people who just dont love you and are not afraid to let you know that. Where do I fall in? I think I care and love people too much. A friend of mine once said, “Emerald, you are always a good friend, and somehow you always get screwed over”… Well. Its True. I screwed over a friend recently, not so much of screwing over, more of stealing her car without permission, and she is terrbily upset with me about it. I dont blame her i would prob be upset too. Actually, haha Someone did that to me, he took my car and went down the street to get something without asking, and i kind of shrugged it off because i trusted the kid. Am I not to be trusted? Maybe. But another thing is…ive seen so many people steal money, credit cards, abuse her house and so many other things, ive had money stolen from my purse while it was in her room, and i dont think i could ever be mad at her about that. Actually, she probably is one of the sweetest people ive met, and tried hard not to get on her bad side. I guess what the point of everything im typing is…its an apology. Somethings can be better left unsaid but obviously not this. All i ask is the chance youve given other people. Ive forgiven a person who was my best friend for over 2 years, who screwed me over, had me kicked out my apartment and not to mention pay 250 dollars for a broken tv that I didnt break. You’ve forgiven people for breaking things in your house, stealing money from you and so on. Just take a breath and realize there is a reason i have been friends with you for almost 4 years.
So, lately the new trend is to be grown up. Grown up can be an easily overused word. To be grown up, one has to grow up first. I believe every human being should be given that one huge fuck up, that fuck up that makes you realize that you are indeed a fuck up ..for instance, me fucking up in school…that was my one big fuck up…but in turn, i have figured out the reason i didnt succeed, and with that i am trying to correct myself…i have also adapted a new plan, that was infact better than the last.Dont be in a rush to be grown kids. Because once you grow up, you can’t get it back. I’m living my life as the 21 year old i want to be, and if anyone questions the way i live my life, thats tough because i honestly dont give a shit. I am content in almost all aspects of my life, and i know one day soon, i will have to grow up and be that adult that i am destined to be. But until then, i’m going to be the girl who lives for the moment. Then in fall, that girl will be gone. So Summer, you better be one HELL of a summer to make me remember you for the rest of my life.
it’s a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown.
Current mood: 
awake
Category: Life
A few years ago he would pick me up on hot summer days and we would
drive A1A south into St. Augustine with the windows down chain smoking
cigarettes and breathing the salty air, each breath a reminder that we
were wild and young and free. I remember the taste of tobacco on my
lips and the salt in the air and the sun burning its way into my skin.
A
few years ago we lived to go and dance, selfishly taking up as much
room as we could on the dance floors, singing at the tops of our lungs,
and going home completely exhausted. We didn’t even need to drink, even though we did,
there was just the urgency of being alive and experiencing every single
moment we could cram into our days and weeks and lives. Screaming with
unbridled joy, yelling with the very force that kept us going, glowing
faces alight with the rush of newness and fresh sunburns.
There once was a boy who taught me the meaning of life. Not through
lessons or anything, but through experiences. He taught me how to stand
up for myself, even though i didn’t, how to love when I couldn’t, and
through all of this shit we have gone through in the past 6 years..he is still my best friend even 3000 miles away.
There was once two girls with the same name. They will never leave my heart.
A few years ago I met boys who broke my heart, boys whose hearts I broke, and one boy who I completely destroyed…
…
but still the world spread itself out beneath my feet and I scampered
desperately to see it all because I wanted it all, I needed it all. I
had to have it.
