young, broke and beautiful

To: [Redacted]

I really don’t know why I like you, especially since I know so little about you, but I have that strange “I really want to get to know you” feeling where I think you might be someone that I’d fall madly in like with in the span of a car ride from Boston to New York and we’d be great together until the point where something happened where one of us had to go somewhere far and we just parted, but as friends, and I’d truly believe that span of time spent with you wasn’t a waste. But for now, all I can think of is where that conversation might have gone that one time we did talk, that one time that I can’t even remember that well.

I am of the type to think everything I ever get into will end, and its not because I’m a pessimist, but rather a realist, and I’d rather think that I predicted the end rather than have it come up rather abruptly without me having had any chance to even think about what might happen. Surprises have caught me, not often, but when they do it’s never good and so I’ve become trained to always prepare for the worst. But endings aren’t always bad, and looking back I know I’m not putting up any kind of wall, but I think, knocking it down to see if you might want to keep me from rebuilding it.

Maybe I just need to step it up and actually have a conversation with you this semester. But that’s hard seeing as my nervous habit is talking a lot, and yours seems to be talking as little as possible, so its not exactly the best match in the world, but I’d still want to try.

HI, I'M DANIELA

AND I OVERREACT.

(via bellavita)

fast forward

in junior and senior year of high school, especially junior year, my best friend group consisted of me, my bff Mo, who is a girl, and three guys. we were inseparable, and even through distance, we were still extremely close. after school, me and Mo would go to one of the guys’ houses to hang out and just be retarded. so this consisted of baking, dressing up, watching the guys play poker, going to mcdonalds and ordering 20 chicken mcnuggets, watching tv, playing video games and making fun of how awkward the characters were, and taking tons of pictures of all the stupid things we did.

fast forward four years, one of my best friends from high school is now getting married on saturday. it seems unreal, seeing as only four years ago, we were going around acting like the 16 year olds we were. marriage. this is the real deal.

on trying to make sense of something that never was.

It’s not that I’m hurt, it’s that I’m surprised. The fact is, I moved on long ago, but honestly, there was never anything to move on from. I didn’t even like you very much. But it’s still surprising. You think all this time you have the upper hand (and that’s my favorite thing), and you start getting really cocky about things like these, and then all of a sudden you realize maybe you were wrong.

Procrastination to the extreme

It’s those times where you have a really important assignment due the next day that you decide that you:

1) NEED to change your profile picture on FB,
2) Write on people’s FB walls because it’s their birthday and you’re not really close friends, but you decide, what the hell,
3) Have long chats with your roommate about how exciting the weekend was when you were away,
4) Look thru iPhoto looking for a new profile picture but end up reminiscing about the summer and how the long weekend is less than a week away.

You do everything BUT write your damn paper…

that was due last Wednesday.

some people just know how to make others smile

so being still sick, i’m too lazy to make myself lunch, so i went to get something from a place on campus. there, i ran into my friend who was at the meeting i missed yesterday because i was dying. he asked me how i was, and i just did a thumbs down. then he told i looked nice, and that totally made me smile more than anything today.