I feel most at peace when I get to take the time out of my day to just spend time with God. I can always find comfort in his word. He is a God that never fails.

I love you. You make me the happiest person in the world. I’d even put money on that. I can remember everything we’ve ever done. It’s easy to remember the things that make me happy. I don’t get to see you all too often. It kinda makes me sad. I know you worry about me all the time, but I’m fine. Sometimes I feel like everyone gets to see you. Except for me. I rarely ever see you. You text me every morning and call me almost every night. Sometimes you’re too tired from playing Xbox to call. It’s okay. I can still kick your ass on Mortal Kombat anyways. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Charlie Brown says it sure makes the rest of you lonely. Charlie Brown was right. You have your nicknames for me and I have mine for you. “It’s what all the cute kids do.” Oddly enough, you’re in most of my dreams. I think it’s a bit weird. You love it. When I do get to see you, it’s the best feeling in the world. Spending time with you is my second favorite thing. My first favorite thing? Watching Bones for hours and hours. It’s cute how much you love that show and how you’ll constantly shush me during the good parts. I like playing Mortal Kombat with you, even if you are incredibly bad at it. The best moments are the moments I share with you. Who knew that all this could come out of a seating chart and conspicuously eating brownies in Spanish class. Funny how things work out. I’ll love you til the end bobo. Okay…bobo guapo. Geez.

lol bye pajamas.

But on another note, I watched cyberbully. So very good. Today was good. Good game, Japan. My mother is a master chef. Adam and I watched green hornet, expectations exceeded. And skyping with ray topped off my day. Intentional rhyming also was in the consistency of my day. “it was goood.”

Thats the news. Goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow.

Most of the time my parents let me down. They hardly ever keep their word and attempting to put up a fight only makes it worse. A lot of times they make me feel like I’m the big disappointment. The fuck up. I hate feeling like that child. I don’t wanna be that child. That’s not me at all. It gets old, feeling like that. I wish I could be the perfect daughter they’d love to have. Sorry to disappoint yet again. Being good at something makes them proud of me. I love when they are. But then again, who doesn’t love when a parent is proud? Sometimes it feels like sports are the only things I have to get that sense of approval, the “well-done”, from them. That’s what I’m best at. I know I’m not as good as my sister was in school. I know I don’t have her studying habits. I don’t need to be constantly reminded that I disappoint you guys. It only makes me feel shitty, like you wish I was different. So mom and dad, I’m sorry. Sorry for not being perfect like you want.

As lame as this is, I want someone to bring me flowers. I think it’s the sweetest thing in the world. Flowers rock.

when school is out, I can’t stand how much I miss some of my favorite people in it. Especially my best friend. I don’t get to see him all to often. It’s not the best thing ever, but when I finally get to, it’s awesome.