streaks of crimson

This photo is not good.

Oh well.

It's really windy outside. But really sunny. I'm wearing a tee shirt and it feels really, really good. It's been a while since I've been outside. Well if you don't count last night. We were throwing poppers on my friend's patio and watching them spark.

Oh yeah, it's 2012 isn't it? Congratulations, everyone. We made it through another year. I know it was tough, but we did a pretty good job.

I'm really excited for this year. I don't know why, but something about this fresh slate is making me feel rejuvenated. It's a nice feeling. Maybe it's because I'm starting high school in August. Maybe it's the summer. I miss summer. I don't care about snow this year. I don't want any.

Stop what you're doing for a second. Close your eyes.

No, not now, wait til you're done reading, geez. >.<

Take off your shoes and socks. Now plant your feet on the ground. Imagine you're standing in a bed of sand, surrounded by a pearlescent, refreshing body of water. Breathe in. Now breathe out. Think of summer. Now open your eyes.

Don't worry, lovelies. Only a few more months. I'm making a bucket list of things to do this year, and also a list of confessions I need to throw away.

Bucket List:

1) Go to a rock concert

2) Dye hair two colours at the same time

 

Confessions:

1) I often have thoughts of self harm and have often gone through with it.

2) I compare myself to models and hate my body sometimes.

 

Well right now I'm jamming out to Mindless Self Indulgence. For a techno-rockish punk band, they're really good. :) I got red streaks in my hair on Thursday and I don't want to go back to school on Tuesday. But I miss my friends so. . . so long and goodnight.

Thank you.

Done