October 2009
You're beautiful, You're smart, You're amazing, You're capable of anything you put your mind on, You're charasmatic, You're such a great friend- and family member, You're selfless, You're humble ;), You're a role model, You're productive, You're your own person, You're funny, You're you- and that's what you loves about you.
AND REPEAT.
(480): the best part was when he threw his debit card on the table, looked at everyone and said “turn this into pizza!” It felt like a scene in a ‘coming of age’ teen comedy.
I have a migrane.
and a rather extensive to do list.
FUCK.
I was filling out c-apps and one asked me to describe myself in 250 words...
I love life. I love when the leaves change a beautiful orange to match the pumpkins of fall. I love when my kitten yawns ever so slightly stretching his paws to the sky, as if in prayer. I’m infatuated by colors and the way that mixing them together can create a harmonious color. I especially enjoy finger-painting pictures and seeing how the paint has turned into a second skin. My friends, oh how I love them; I know they’re always there for me. Likewise my amazing family stands on the sidelines of my life cheering me on. I live to show other’s the beauty. I live to teach children how precious their innocence is, or how important their education is. I am here, for people like you- who have some doubt in the world, this world is a beautiful place. I have a glass too, I have a glass that’s not half full, not half empty. I have a cup, and it contains just enough. I have aspirations, I have dreams. I believe in fate. Who am I? I am me. I am the only person who is like me. I keep my eyes on success, and happiness and I can’t wait to finally feel love. I am Kara Thomas, hear me roar.
“I’ve been trying to write this letter for a while now, the kind you said you’d never received. The kind I’ve been working on my whole life. I remember being 13 years old, sitting in my room all night, listening to the same song over and over. I thought that if I could write something beautiful, something honest, I could make someone love me. I’ve taken a lot for granted. I’ve never tried too hard; always avoided responsibility. I came here because I was running away, ‘cause I wanted to be alone. Instead I met you and you weren’t taking anything for granted. I hope you get all the moments you deserve. I hope you go back to NY and sit in the met in the room with the painting of the Hudson river, and I hope when you do, you take Lucy with you cause I know she’d love it. I’m sorry if I’ve made your life complicated. I’m sorry for a lot of things, but most of all that I never got the chance to tell you that, no matter what happens next, I’ll never be anything but grateful for every moment I spent with you. And even though I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say was thank you.”
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In The Land of Women
honestly, why aren’t I getting these letters. Fmylife.
Honestly, I know that everyone always says; you're going to find the perfect college for you: IT'S OUT THERE!
No, no it’s not. I really don’t think I have a college for me. Where will I find a place where I can meet cute boys, be near a beach, be in the city, learn to be a teacher, work at a bookstore, and find good friends?
This search is a dead-end street, this life is a crazy whirlwind of doubt. Where I’m going seems like a good enough question to ask- I should know the answers.
My life is a question-mark?
I like the smell of rain, and books.
