1,000

I finally did it, with the help of my friends, I made it to 1,000+ followers on Twitter. It's an amazing feeling. To know that there are 1,000+ people out there that want to hear what I have to say when in reality there are only a handful of people in real life who want to.

It's nice to know that people are listening.

I can't thank you guys enough.

I love you.

Dear M, Love L

"No, please, you can't leave me again!"

I had a dream that you came back. You were living with me for some reason and I was happy. Then some spanish version of Angelina Jolie came and was forcing you to go back to Mexico. All I remember is chasing after you wanting you to stay and then watching you look back at me as your car pulled away.

For a while I thought it was all real, and then I woke up. I've been thinking about that dream all day and I figured out that I'm afraid. I miss you all the time. Not as my boyfriend but as my best friend. The person I could joke around with for hours.

I'm afraid of people leaving. Yeah, I know, no one likes goodbyes but it bothers me how afraid of them I've become. Maybe it's the fact that you left without saying goodbye, you just packed up and left and now I don't know if you really will come back or not.

You should've said goodbye, that wasn't fair.

I'll be 18 in a week. If I could have one wish it would be to see my best friend one more time. That's the only birthday present I want. 

Right Through Me

"You see right through me, how do you do that shit? 
You let me win, you let me ride, you let me rock,
you let me slide and when they looking,
you let me hide, defend my honor, protect my pride
The good advice, I always hated but looking back,
it made me greater..."


You know me so well. For some people it may seem like you know me too well. You knocked right through my walls that I tried so hard to build. I didn't want you to see the truth. 


I never truly believed that I tried to push people until you came and opened my eyes to what I had become. 
I became someone who never admitted to love because of my fear of losing something else I loved. Someone who pushed people away just because goodbyes are easier when there are less feelings and memories behind them. 


Will I ever grow out of this? Probably not. Am I happy that you came along? Yes, a thousand times, yes. 


So here goes nothing... I love you.