Thankyou to the person who gave me a reason to smile, I have decided to write a list of the things I love;
I love the sound of rain.
I love thunderstorms.
I love the way music shuts me away from the problems.
I love how my hair just sometimes sits good when I wake up. Sometimes.
I love that new car smell.
I love my family, even though they shit me to death.
I love how my dogs just look at me and I get happy.
I love how he makes my day, and I know he'll always be there when I go to that place.
I love how Bona-eater calls me as soon as she thinks im down. Even if she's in the car.
I love when I get hooked onto old bands I love, and I memorise all the lyrics withing five minutes.
I love how my girls will always be there.
I love when my hair is curly.
I love the ad-free-50's when theres old songs on that make you go "Ohmygawd I remember this song!"
I love the fact that the dickhead of a boy did not stay with me.
I love gay looking photos, just because of their memories.
I love webcamming to people I rarely see.
I love last minute wardrobe decisions, they always look best.
I love stupidly funny television shows.
I love English.
I love cold days in my bed.
I love deep laughs, that are real, not fake.
I surprisingly love the way my mood changes very quickly.
I love that I am immature at times.
I also love that I am very mature at times.
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.