Rumi Neely

Mexico's late, drizzling nights filled with shots of tequila, skin revealed by shorts and flowing fabric, much loved mariachi bands, dirty dancing and intense right now passion awaits me!

Well that is what I am assuming of what fun Mexico entails.

As a matter of fact, at this point of my life that description basically sums up what I want and what I need! This, among other sort of experiences such as wearing ripped clothing at rock concerts with their wildly entertaining loud rockers, 'who gives a fuck' but for fun after parties, that hazy induced extremities and that heat.

Maybe that will help me figure out the person I can be confident of.

Just some wild fun needed.

Kasia G

These shadows are sweet but relatively complex in their own way. They linger along with each other filled with secrets, which at times do seem obvious. Frank without care but is usually appropriate is the way these shadows behave. Previous betrayal has left me resistant to open these wounds. I know I have to be on guard when these shadows are behind. Exhaustion from other effort requiring aspects have strained me away from the usual resistant gate. Is it a risk I should be willing to take?

The craziness might leave us astray.

As though this isn't enough, there's the maintenance and losing problem that can only be achieved through extensive effort. I'm feeling tired.

Aimee Song

Thoughts and all, please stay with me.

Maybe a less grim post is required?

Honestly, I don't care for Miley Cyrus. I understand her desire to break from that Disney sculpted innocent image as she can't help but be who she is. However, everyone knows the drawbacks or consequences, if you may, from strongly affiliating with Disney that sex is never advertised. So, really, she's in a hypocritical position from which she should either abide with what Disney fully entails or completely break from Disney and freely allow herself to express her true sexual deviant.

DAMN!

There's much I don't understand. Am I trying too hard? Am I not trying hard enough? Everything seems rather surreal. There are dreams and there are nightmares; each hauntingly significant. There are times when I actually manage to feel genuinely grateful partially due to insane fear of what the world honestly holds. However there are also times when frustration has reached it's peak that depression has become a byproduct of all the possible happiness I can muster. It's too difficult to make sense of these ridiculously meticulously thought out feelings.

I know differences are made but they never truly are acknowledged, I guess I'm just that kind of person. I'm just sick of being confused about what to feel. What matters and what shouldn't? I just want to stop caring so I can finally move on.

Black tights, Black sheer tights,

Fishnet tights, Ripped tights,

Thigh high stockings, Lace leggings

Yet again I've amounted to second best, sort of. Technically 5th best but I mean it in an A/B point of view. And again twas because of a careless mistake. It's excruciatingly annoying when you didn't finish your answer script because you didn't see that there were more questions to be answered. Imagine then having that be one of the main reasons you didn't manage an A grade.

I only have myself to blame so I suppose I should not complain and instead improve. It's just difficult, that's all.

I should definitely stop using the internet and start studying. I need the will power and commitment!

Where is that long gone genuinely goofy grin?

I want a day that of all impossibilities that managed to be achieved, I want to maybe, if capable, look beautiful?