Selinium.

When I think about the future, I literally fall apart.
I just don't know what to do, I don't know if I want to do anything, either..

I don't feel like helping anyone anymore. I feel incredibly selfish.
I have difficulties to prioritize the things I need to do, and I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

I can't stop once I've started.
I wish it regarded life and all of my obligations, but no.
I just can't stop reading. While I'm reading I get to be something outside of myself, I'm nothing like me.
I'm nothing and I get so absorbed in the story, I can't even begin to tell you how much I like that.
All I really want to do is dissappear into the imaginary worlds of the fantasy books I so adore.
After two books of 600 pages each, over a seven days period - I still want more.
Only the dream of my dreams can top that feeling, and I haven't got it yet.
So I'm not about to stop, maybe slow down a bit, but.
I don't think I'll ever be that read-hating book-lover again. Not ever.

Smart (cute) guys - NERDS - preferably in V-necks, make me wanna sin.

I kissed a boy once.
He was so tall that I had to stand two steps up on the stairs to even reach.
I didn't like him very much, but he was sweet and he told me I was beautiful.
No one had ever said something like that to me before.
It's usually not a rare thing, or even an odd thing to say.
But when he said it there, under the soft moonlight and the 50's streetlights over our heads, I really did feel beautiful.
In a way I had never done before. I kissed him then.
Not even because I liked the idea of him, but because I believed his words to be true.

-S

"I don't like people, it's rare that someone comes along I can even tolerate."

For some reason I can't get you out of my head.
I don't even like you, by that I mean, I literally used to hate being near you.
Until I didn't. Until I got used to having you around.
Until I actually missed you when you weren't there.
It got to the point where I craved you so much I actually cried a bit.
I never cry, people cry all the time.
I don't even cry when watching Titanic, BITCH, what have you done to me?!

Och samtidigt som vi låg där i sängen, benen tvinnade om varandra,
kom jag än en gång på mig själv att fundera på om han tänkte på mig.
- Eller på henne.
Han kysste mig i pannan och jag ryste till,

jag ryggade tillbaka..
"Vad tänker du på?"
- "Dig så klart"

Och där var det, jag hann precis se det.
Hans svaghet, den näst intill obefintliga rynkan i pannan. Så var det med det.
Och som om han väntat på det åkte han ensam hem på bussen mitt i natten,
vi hördes aldrig av mer efter det.

I'm freakishly tired. And yet, I'm not sleeping. I never sleep now a days. Ever.
I would kill for some happiness. Inner peace, at least.

I still have a hard time breathing after that meeting I went to.
I can't think right and I feel faint, all the time.

I still went though, even though I felt sick and almost threw up.
I'm scared to think of what it'll feel like when I actually get started.
I haven't even begun yet, and I feel.. more empty than before.
More lifeless, hopeless. I feel like my spot in life could have come to better use.

It's not a great thing to think of when your trying to start over.
Or should I say start fresh. I don't know.

What should one say if you didn't have anything to begin with?

Awesome.

My very two favorites. :)

First of all Luna, of course. Cedric's my favorite in the Goblet of Fire.
Luna's first appearance is in the book thereafter, the Order of the Phoenix.

I'm having a bad bad day,
it's about time that I get my way.
Steam rolling whatever I see, huh,
Despicable Me.