A Stroll Through Manor Corridors.

“The lips know only shallow tunes.
The heart is where great symphonies are born.”

-Calvin Miller

“No one who deserves confidence ever solicits it.”

-John Lennon

“You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.”

-Dale Carnegie

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

-Leonardo da Vinci

Fine For Now.

"All the kids on the waterfront try to raise their hands
Not asking for your permission, please understand"

Da ora in poi scrivo in italiano. La pratica rende perfetti. Per essere onesti Sono davvero preoccupato per la scuola adesso. Mi manca un sacco di classi. Voglio solo passare questo semestre e non tornare indietro. Odio la scuola. L'Italia sarà la cosa migliore che abbia mai succedere a me. Spero che cambia me. Anche se è per una settimana. Samuele è la cosa migliore che abbia mai succedere a me. Come io sto cercando di farlo attraverso queste ultime settimane di college. Sto anche cercando di scrivere musica. E di aggiungere a questo ho bisogno di trovare un lavoro. Ma temo che una volta che devo fare e il tempo per l'Italia arriva Sarà difficile a decollare per esso. Let's get insieme. È tutto quello che voglio. La mia vita, insieme.

La Llorona.

"Ever away from seeing more than life
The morning lies miles away from the night."

Credo che dovrebbero praticare il mio italiano. Quindi molto è cambiato solo nel giro di due giorni. Gli amici sono diventati nemici. Deve aver visto che uno a venire. Sono incline a recedere dal confronto, perché è assolutamente ridicolo. I can't stand it. Nessuna di esse è valsa la pena. Porta solo per argomenti di più su altre cose che appena si diramano del tema originale. È possibile chiamare me qualcosa che ti piace, non mi riguarda. Gettando le parole intorno non significa nulla. So come ci si sente e che è sufficiente. Sono felice di essere felice. Anche se questo significa che mi odi con una passione. All I Ever Wanted è stato per voi per essere felice. Ora siamo entrambi le nostre strade separate. Io sono sempre sicura che è per il meglio. Non più la scansione indietro. E 'stato sempre a riparare. Per cucire di nuovo insieme la nostra amicizia. Su una nota più leggera, oggi è il mio 19 ° compleanno e mi sento cippatrice. Nulla può rovinare oggi. Ci sono anche molte altre persone che ancora, come me, e riescono a rendermi felice. Viceversa. Forse sarò felice se mi limito a passare completamente a Palermo. Non si sa mai che cosa è in negozio per il futuro.

Intuition.

"A map is more unreal"

You can take your thick rimmed glasses, macbook, and death cab for cutie and stay out of my life. You've done nothing but string. You only know how to create and destroy. Not manage. You broke his heart. You broke my heart. You've changed. I've changed. We are not the same. Why waste each others time? People just come and go. Friends come and go as well. Throwing away 4 years is easy to do I guess. History means nothing. The hard part is when they do come back into your life. I'm not ready for that. Not in a long shot. So read your catcher in the rye and wear your cardigan sweater. Watch running with scissors and buy more photo equipment. It won't make life any sweeter. It'll just look appealing on the outside. On the inside you are probably always crying. I can't help you.

Only one good thing happened today, Samuele is taking me to Italy for Christmas. 56 days till I wake up in the beautiful city of Palermo, Italy.

“Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you'll be criticized anyway.
You'll be damned if you do and damned if you don't.”

-Eleanor Roosevelt

No Suprises.

"A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal."

It doesn't bother me that I've been replaced. I didn't want to be with you. So be happy. I'm not bitter about this situation. People get mad and say things. It doesn't matter if you forgive me or not because I know I did nothing wrong. I don't own designer clothes or a designer attitude. Can I be different and blend? That sounds like an oxymoron. I have never been a hipster eitherI've always had the same colors, just different clothes. I like diversity. Is that such a crime? I am the only one that has a say. Because we are all in control of ourselves. Let's keep it that way. We don't have room to say anything about each other. So let's stop.

And by the way it's 7,404.
And it takes time to learn songs by heart.
Way to be exactly what you hate.

Judgemental.

The Cat Returns.

goodbye for now.

I Thought You Were My Boyfriend.

"I know you don't love me, You know I don't care.
Keep it hidden better, Did I say the world was fair?"

It revolves around the sun, the earth. Everyone in the world got the memo. I do not want to be with you. I am not obsessed with you. I can breathe without you. A friendship earned. Caught in petty traffic. Let it get the best of us, eh? It doesn't matter how others feel. Emotionally. Physically. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. What? You're not into catching flies? Well you won't get far.

I am not made of a thousand lies. Yours and mine combined won't add up. I am made of nothing but honesty. You've worn those glasses too long. Your perception is off. That wall is not real. Symbolic none the less. It is your safety net. So is a blankie or a pacifier. Are you a child? No, you're not. I know this. Tendencies. I don't 'need' anything more than companionship.

Companionship: com·pan·ion·ship. Function: noun. "the fellowship existing among companions"

By definition it seems like you can't exceed the most simple requests. I know how to run my life. To an extent. I will not ride nor grab a bull by the horns because you say. And as for your treacherous waters and beast, they can take a vacation because no one will be attempting to cross for a long time.

At this rate you might as well make it a permanent vacation.

Wake Up.

"If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up."

I just don't understand people. Male or Female. He was treated like a child. He was controlled. When I "accidently" treated him so I was shunned. He was angry. No talking. But the vanity within this other person he is trying to be with is oozing. Is it the beauty that blinds? I treat him like an adult. I treat him like a friend. I treat him like an equal. Her, not so much. But I may not know. I could be making assumptions. But I only go by what you told me. Thats all I have. She will break your heart. She will leave you alone. She is like everyone else that left you empty. Its a mask. Take off your rose colored glasses and take a look around. It may be me looking out for you. It could be jealously. You know I still love you. As a friend of course. Young and Confused. At my age it's perfectly normal. I want you to be happy. But I'm sick of being unselfish. Two options make doesn't make life easier. Just don't get hurt. Don't wear the shades for too long.

D.A.R.L.I.N.G.

"In the highest blackened moon there'd be more life in the right shade of our sighs."

I know nothing and I know everything. Why do our brains have a lock? Why do they keep secrets from us? We keep them up and running so why do they hide important things from us? A brain is a tool. An organ. Not a mother. Not a father. What gives it the right to choose what we can know and not know? Questions. Questions. Questions. Don't expect your mind to give you the answer. I ask these things because if I had known answers to problems early on I would have never been in situations I am today. Is is a lesson or a punishment?

You want me to learn. You want me to suffer. Thoughts go a long way.

Satan Said Dance

"My hair turns white and my face turns green
But my feet are still moving if you know what I mean"

Adventureland.

What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fuckin' Moby Dick, he was so poor and forgot by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just going to forget our fuckin' names anyway. I mean, he wrote a seven-hundred page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. I think he was a pretty passionate guy.

I hope they call me Henry when I die too.