A Place for Dreams

It doesn’t matter.

Those words. They are easier said than meant. And it strikes me as a cop out sometimes. Because once you say those words, that’s it. Conversation over. Moment ends. And you walk away.

But what if it actually matters a lot and I want to stay? Not just stay, but also matter. I’m sure it’s my fault. That somewhere along the way, I got lost in the past. Went astray in some haunted house. I must have allowed myself to enjoy this hopeless feeling. That must be why I keep digging up these bones. There’s no life here, yet I’m alive.

The corner of the room is where I found you. And while I cannot have you, I continue to think that if I just stay here, then the moment will change for us and I’ll believe in something that’s opposite of reality. I know it’s easier this way. Because I can just say “It doesn’t matter..” I’ll just stay. I’ll just stay here. I’ll just stay here with you.

-Amanda

I VOW to finish early this year and to also not spend as much money this time around. It’s quite fun to bargain shop for people. I’ve noticed that I usually find better things that they will actually like when I use this approach.

P.s. Breaking Dawn Part 1 at Midnight!!! <3

It’s almost midnight.

& I’m going to eat Blue Bell Ice Cream & watch American Horror Story. I mean, usually I’d say something like, “Nah it’s ice cream, and it’s midnight.. I’ll turn into a cow.”

But not tonight. Oh no, not tonight.

Because tonight, I’m going bury my face into that bowl of ice cream while Dylan McDermott tries to convince me to somehow forgive him for all the crap he’s pulled and he’ll probably succeed because oh my gosh, have you SEEN his…

*ahem* *presses play*