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My bill is coming today. I went over, I just know it. ;_; My phone's gonna get confiscated. Feh. Stupid father and his control complex not letting me get prepaid. I'm hungry and cranky and my beloved phone is gonna get confiscated =( I am a TEENAGER. We should not be offered unlimited usage. GAH. And we're tight on money atm adsfghjkl ;/ I hope it comes tomorrow since I'm getting Dux of Grade and maybe that'll soften them a bit ;/ I miss my baby boy. And food. mostly food. =/ |
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[/url] You are the Dreamer Dreamers are emotional, passionate, creative, surprising, selfish, moody, childish, stubborn and many more things on top of that! You have the capacity to be anything and everything, you throw yourself in to everything you do and you're not afraid to fall in love. In fact you've dreamed of doing so forever. As a Dreamer you have a sensitive, creative soul. You have an artistic side, maybe you paint, play and instrument or write (or all three!) but whereas you can control words and colours, you can't control your emotions, and you often let them rule you. You can go from being happy to sad in mere seconds and often try to hurt the ones you love because you are hurting. Despite these slightly manic-depressive tendencies, you have a lot of love to give. You are looking for someone to be your anchor, as your feet rarely touch the ground. When you find someone who can be that anchor for you, with your passion, you can make both your dreams come true! Most compatible with: The Grounded If ever there was a person who could hold all your emotions, support you when you need it but know when to let you have your freedom, it is the Grounded. They delight in being a shoulder to cry on, and will steadfastly support no matter how angry and childish you can be. Everything with you is about highs and lows, which the Grounded desire to detract from their tendency to be mundane. You can inject a bit of interest while they inject some stability - a match made in heaven! Least compatible with: The Insecure The last thing you need is to be with someone who is as unstable as you. That is why the Insecure would never be a good choice of partner for you. They need as much love and support as you do, so the foundations of any relationship you tried to build would be rocky at best. Your song is: Come Away With Me, Norah Jones [/url] Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make a Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code __________________________________ Well, that was kinda expected. It's pretty true. So.. my boy did it. He got the same thing. Fire and gasoline, we are. Then we did it again, and we both got Controlling. Me senses a power struggle to be had? He'd rather have me be semi-submissive semi-grounded. I don't think I can be. Then we had this long talk about how he wants me to be a homemaker, wants to spoil me rotten. Not the way I role. Sometimes i don't see how we could work out... |
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My hell does, anyway. I bet heaven is everything we wanted in life. Hell is all the things we had but hoped we didn't, magnified. My hell is my family. With my mother, who I adore to bits but find it so hard to respect seeing how spineless she is. With my father, his conservatism, his ego and his temper. And my sister. Who is like, a resized, female-ated version of my dad. Two years left of this. I wish someone would just come and whisk me away, no strings attached. -_- |
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"If I could act like This was my real life, And not some cage where I've been placed, Well then, I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of sounding fake." -Bright Eyes. I feel like shit. This past year i've changed, tried to be nicer, tried to be more social. I've made so much friends, but it's come at a price. I'm not the hyper, crazy me I was twelve months ago. My friends are befriending a lie. So I called on my best friend of two years, who I've never even met in real life. It's an online friendship but it's helped me through so much shit. It won't manifest into something else until atleast another two years. We'll last much longer than that, I know. I texted him. Ranted about how fake I'm becoming. About how I am fighting the irresistable urge to once again don my gothic makeup. Push away people who don't fit to my standards, but cling so tightly to the rest. I used to have such intense feelings. I feel so sane now. I hate it. He just said he loved me and was proud to be my friend. It worked. Then my boyfriend called. Let me tell you about him. When I moved to this school a year ago, I crushed on him. Instantly. He was crazy, outgoing, funny, all the things I'd had to stop being. He had an anger management problem, too. He's not very smart, but he tries. I had a crush on him for like a year before we got together. It's been a month and a half. If you ask him, he'll tell you the exact amount of days. He's like that. Anyway, last night, he asked what was wrong. I tried to tell him, i really did, but it came out jumbly. It takes me a long time to get used to people, and i'm not used to him yet. 'used to' is the term I use, though most people would say 'trust'. I don't know if they're the same. Anyway, he knows this and he's willing to let me take my time. I feel so guilty. So selfish. He's amazing, really, he is. But he's very go-go-go and this relationship is go-go-go-ing too fast for me. He's so intense. I'm so jealous that I can't be that intense anymore. I have a new year's resolution... |
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I'm never the girl who the guy does some crazy over the top thing for. Never the girl who gets a song written about her. Or her name carved into a tree. Or tattooed into his arm. Or introduced to his mother. Or showed off to his friends. Or the one he changes for. I always give more love than I get. Even now. He keeps calling me Mrs Zen. I feel like slapping him the fuck out. Saying.. Don't bullshit me, you don't plan on marrying me. And he doesn't. I don't fit into his future plan. I'm never going to be a stay-at-home who runs to the door to greet her husband after a long day and takes off his tie. That's just not me. And that's what he wants. And even now as he's making plans for valentine's day... I know they're exactly the same he made last year with his ex. I don't know what's wrong with me. Or is there something wrong with me? Maybe I'm right. I'm starting to severely disbelieve in love. |