I'm not conceited, I promise

And in no way will admit to or do I even believe that I'm beautiful or gorgeous
(But I don't think I'm ugly, don't trip on that either)

But for some reason... after seeing her. Well not ACTUALLY seeing her, but yea. For some reason...... I know I'm supposed to feel like, "deng, what about me dough..?"
But for SOME REASON.. I'm actually happy. Really, I can't help but laugh.. it's quite hilarious.

I could follow you to the beginning
And just relive the start
And maybe then we'll remember to slow down
To all of our favorite parts

All I wanted was you

10 Things I Hate About You Sonnet

Kat Stratford: "I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

Kat Bu: I hate the way you talk to me, the way you act like you don't care. I hate it how you're always clean. I hate it when you stare. I hate your stupid converse, and the way the way you never have the time. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Since no one really reads this

This is where I pour out my ridiculous feelings. Tumblr is not the place for that.

I just wanna break you down so badly
While I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way

It's true. SO very true

I moved

KatBu.tumblr.com

Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Story

Majority of my blogs seem so sobby and what not.  But - it definitely helps me.  No one is forcing you to read this.  Is anyone even reading this?  I don't really care much.

I'm sure if I were going through some excellent times, this blogspot would be seeing a lot of happier blogs.  But it would make sense that I'm not entirely happy, that some things might be going wrong, so I'll write about it.  There are a lot of things I refrain from saying/blogging, conscious about what I put out there and what I might come off as.  But, when it comes down to it, I really just want to put this down and be able to look back at what I might have gone through, what was going on my life at the time.  My memory can only store so much.  After awhile the specific details that I thought I'd never forget become a blur.

BUT - Just to settle this internal conflict, my next investment:

Red Moleskine Journal!

I cannot waiitttttttt to be over this.  (the mindset I'm trying to take on)  Or of course, for things to get better

Anberlin speaks: "God, if You can hear me out all right - please take these feelings for her inside"