To Be Honestly Frank...

Anonymous asked: Your quite gorgeous.

Thank you. You’re pretty stunning yourself

Anonymous asked: Oh, look at you.

What’s wrong with m3? Aside from the fact that I used a three there.

I hate that I haven’t gotten on tumblr. Like y’all don’t understand, school was killing me towards the end. But now that I’m through with that, I hope I can get on here much more often.

I’ve gotten over it, like I’m not trying to be mean. I have absolutely nothing to gain. I just really don’t want to see you again. Like, ever. And anybody else…. uh….. I guess it goes either way. Like I’ve said, I don’t hate anybody. I’ve just gotten use to never saying hi because I knew I’d always see them again, but yeah.

Tomorrow is my last day of high school

I don’t know how to go about the day. Who I should see, what I should do, who to say goodbye to, where I should walk. It’s been a nice ride, as I’ve said before, I’ve learned a great deal of things. I will miss it. So many memories, maybe not in the actual school, but during the time I was attending. I wish everyone who stays luck. And I hope I can relive 4 years, in one day.

What she just wrote, I can’t even explain what I feel. No one, has ever written something like that to me, ever. Sure my parents express it, but there is something about taking time to write something that makes it special.

I know our time was brief, but you seemed like such a lovely person. And you were in no way obligated to make any sort of interaction with me after I become irrelevant to your life. But you do, I don’t know why, but I don’t question it. Because, although a bit selfish, it makes me feel good inside, to know that somehow, someway, there was something about me that made you invest even the shortest of time in my doings.

It’s also gives me one of those “hope for humanity” feelings. To know there are people who can genuinely care about someone who is still essentially a stranger. 

I’ll give you more details personally, but I just wanted to let my followers know a bit. Thank you, I honestly can’t express my appreciation. 

Sorry all the crappy short writing, but since I don’t get on the computer a whole lot I don’t have time to I guess update tumblr. I actually have a bunch of stuff in my journal, I find that it’s actually faster to me to write with a pencil.

I could never hate

what I once wanted to love

but I could disappear

and satisfy both our needs

I have nothing to offer you

nothing good at all

you could give me your pity

but that’s not convenient at all  

And so begins a struggle

of curves and thoughts and numbers

riddles that tear your mind apart

and consequences that break the heart