It's one in the morning and I just finished reading Fifty Shades of Grey; I am literally weeping. I've finished it in three days (I suppose I would've finished it in one, but alas, the only free time to read it is in the evening). I've posted on Tumblr numerous times about how addicted I've become to this book and on how I think I'm falling for Christian. And despite all the criticism toward this...

So today was…well, still is my eighteenth birthday. I’ve had mixed emotions about this day all year. On one hand, I have a lot more freedom now; I can legally drink (not that I’ve ever had any desire to), I can finally purchase my favourite rated R movies at HMV, I can go into tattoo shops without needing parental permission to get inked. Being eighteen has its advantages.But today, as I was...

I miss him. All the time.I think about him...all the time.Even when I was in England I thought about him, half way across the world and he was always on my mind.It's been five months and two weeks since I let him go. And for five months and two weeks, I've felt like I made the biggest mistake of my life.During this time, he's had two girlfriends and remains with the current one. I try my best to...

I dreamt about him last night, and it was all so real. It felt so real.I dreamt that I was walking across the parking lot toward my school, and he was standing there with another friend of mine. I asked my friend if they had a pen I could borrow, but He lent me his. After quickly using it I gave it back, and walked back across the lot and sat on one of two swings that were inside this blue...

I left the big band dance with a broken heart. I hoped that I wouldn't see him, but I did. I thought I was over him, or at least could get over him soon, but tonight was the worst. There he was, dancing with his new girlfriend, kissing her and having the time of his life.And there I was, sadly and pitifully watching. If he had done something wrong to me to make me hate him, getting over him would...