JESSICASAYS

Too much, so needs something to shut her up. Hence this blog.

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Dear you,

“The truth is, I am fully aware that I’ve been cut out of your life and I’m not going to pretend like I feel awesome about it, because I don’t. But, I’ve been thinking about it, and all I ever wanted was for you to be happy. And if that’s what you are, then I don’t want to ruin things for you anymore.

You taught me so much, and for that I thank you. Thank you for the perspective you gave me, the support when nobody else gave it, and all the simple happiness for so long. I never meant for things to end bittersweet, but I suppose it was never in my hands in the first place. If there’s no space for me any more, then that’s okay - you don’t have to take it from me now, because I’m giving you that space for you to fill it with the people you want there. I’m sorry if I ever did anything to hurt you, and I also apologize if you ever felt like you were wasting your time with me, as I honestly did intend on it going somewhere, I just was too frightened of the idea of losing someone else. That plan backfired, obviously, but I still don’t regret anything - I hope you don’t either. I hope you have a wonderful life and remember what we had, because I know I will. I know you’re going to do great things, and for that I am very proud to have been a part of your life for a while. 

So, I guess all I really wanted to say was thank you. For everything.”

Awh. :’( 

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I always thought these thingies were cool to look at… even if they are psychiatrists’ tests for psychopaths…
They can look happy or sad, it depends really on what you want to see.
There’s probably some poetic or spiritual link between the meaningless ink butterflies and life, but I’d really rather you decide for yourself what you can see then make of it what you will.

I always thought these thingies were cool to look at… even if they are psychiatrists’ tests for psychopaths…

They can look happy or sad, it depends really on what you want to see.

There’s probably some poetic or spiritual link between the meaningless ink butterflies and life, but I’d really rather you decide for yourself what you can see then make of it what you will.

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Chapter 31

Yeah, so let’s pretend like we’ve been keeping chapters.

Today I remembered I had a blog on here and figured I might as well write something as insignificant as the other stuff I have on here and make a collection of insignificant stuff that nobody will ever read. I have a lot of time on my hands, okay?

I hope you’re all well and doing productive stuff. Then again, if you’re reading this you’re either doing some hardcore procrastination or you’re one of my friends that read this because I make you. Either way, I still hope you’re safe and well and happy and life is all rainbows and flowers for you right now. Personally, I have a lot of homework that I have no intention on doing until the night before any of it is due. Some call it failing, I call it living on the wild side.

The only famous quotes about life these days come from dead people which I find massively ironic, but also kinda sad. I don’t know if you get paid to say quotable stuff, but if that is the case, these people are being short changed. There should be a foundation. They’d call it The Quotable Quoting Quoters Foundation, The Triple Q Foundation for short. There would be advertising campaigns in black and white with quotable quoting quoters sitting in grungy flats writing painstakingly into typewriters that still make clicking noises, and the camera would zoom in on a single tear that would roll down the quotable quoting quoter’s cheek as he knows he will never benefit from his wise words. People would adopt a quotable quoting quoter and donate £2 a month to this needy cause. 
If this does ever hit it off, by the way, I call Stephen Fry.

You can probably tell how much thought went into this post.

I apologize for making you read this, I really do.

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Just Thinking.

jhnmyr:

Most people think of unconditional love to mean “I couldn’t love you any less, no matter what.” But what I think unconditional love means is “I couldn’t love you any more, no matter what.” Either way, it sounds neat.

So true…

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OH.

Well, I now have an actual excuse not to continue my story on here involving those people that decide who lives and dies. Apparently, the idea has already been taken in some TV series called “Dead Like Me.” DISAPPOINTMENT.

I guess this is why I get so frustrated when writing. I think of an idea I think is pretty original, then some company makes a TV series about it, or some author writes a book about it. Oh yeah, this has happened before - I was writing a futuristic thingy where a drug is invented that makes people live forever, then BAM: The Declaration by Gemma Malley. 

So, for now I’m back to the drawing board and looking for inspiration. SIGH.