He's Always There

Tonight I broke down, I feel like I entered my funk. My funk is a result of my negativity towards myself and my irresponsibility. I see my flaws more than anyone else and they bother me more than anyone else. I'm aggravated with myself as a human being and all I want is a restart-button.
We got to Eric's house and I cried my eyes out and the whole time he had his arms around me and was wiping away my tears. Occasionally he would kiss me and tell me not to be so hateful towards myself and that I shouldn't always bottle things in. (He's right, he always is.) After my cryfest we got out of the car for one last loving embrace before I had to go back home. He told me he loved me as he leaned down to kiss me with his index finger below my chin. As my head moved upward I hoped he wouldn't see the single tear slowly making it's way down my face. Luckily, the tear swept into the shadow from my nose beneath the moonlight.
When I cry I can see the pain in his eyes. When I lean in for that comforting embrace I can feel the warmth and care radiate off of him. And every time I hear my favorite three words, "I love you", I can feel my heart race with excitement.
He's the one I can always go to no matter what, I can talk to him about anything. In my worst mood he'll find a way to make me smile. He gives me an all over sensation that I can't put into words. He's my best friend. Not only is he my best friend, but he is my oh-so-perfect boyfriend. There's no love like this.

What Do I Want to be When I Grow Up?

I'm going to be a spokesperson for a condom manufacturer and pass out condoms on street while delivering motivational speeches about safe sex.

Here's My Thoughts:

I need to work harder. I need to learn more. I need to get involved.

Here's what I've done:
Turned in all my work so far. I looked up information on topics I was interested in. I joined JSA today.

now i just need to clean our my car.

Get Out Your Paintbrush, Make Your World

If You Haven't Guessed...

I love this boy.

I'm Going to be Brutally Honest.

I could walk away from everything except one person and not regret it.
Majority of the time I think about just leaving without any notice and never coming back.

My Love: Eric Zinkhon

You're a joke, You're a sickness.

The thought of me caring about what you think of me is a bigger joke than you.
It's a shame you've waisted you time, money, and reputation on being plastic,
you wouldn't know if something was real if it hit you in the face.
I see you walking around and infecting others,
taking out all the good and feeding on the fake.
To the world you're a nothing but a cold,
a runny nose, a sore throat.
We all have to deal with you but no one wants to.

You're nothing as a person,
there are no redeeming qualities.
You're a walking sickness,
infecting the weak minded.

Once an antidote comes around you'll fight for a bit,
but eventually you'll back down.