I tend to find many things mentally hilarious. Such as when he, the one who I always teased and whom hated me, came through the door and professed his undying love for me. When I always thought it was I who loved him. The irony of it all.

I stumble over my words, over my feet, and trip over nothing the moment you are anywhere near me. And when I hear your voice I can't speak and when I stumble or trip, I actually fall..

-Things to do today-

1. Wake up ~~ check
2. Check the clock ~~ check
3. Facepalm that you're late ~~ check
3. Create this stupid checklist to make you laugh later ~~ check
4. Miss work and go back to sleep ~~~~

The emotions that come with a slap to the face hurt far worse than the actual contact.

"Falling in love." Why is it called that? I mean, I've fallen on the street, off a swing, even off a really big wall, but not love. As far as I can tell, I'm still lying on my bed without a wound to prove I tripped over anything.

Sometimes. Correction, all the time. I mess up. It's usually stupid things that don't matter to anyone else but me. Until I get them in the mess too..

"You can't date him, you're too different. Like two opposing sides of a coin."

"But the sides of the coin can't exist without the other. Without one or the other you couldn't have a coin."

Some people just give off that seriously creepy feeling that makes the hairs on your neck stand up on end, shrivel up, and then fall off.

I saw him standing there, heart on his sleeve and tears in his eyes. He came to me, his best friend and said he was fine. I who watched her cheat, would be his shoulder. I who loved him so deeply, would stay invisible, his best friend.

My sister might be a 'little' bit insane, but she's cool. I like living with her, even though our parents are terrified that she'll kill me in my sleep....