Letters to mama..
Dear Mother,

I love you but there is something that I need you to see as it is. I am a person who has the amazing ability to think for herself. Being the person that I am, I have given much thought to this matter and this is what I’ve come up with: I hate people that refuse to show respect where it is due. Even more, my hatred is stronger towards those who don’t use their potential to respect themselves.

Another thing you must see as it is, I know when I’m right and when I’m wrong. Mother, I am right. You will understand what I mean right now, I do not feel guilty for what I’m about to say...

I recognize I’m being impolite. Be that as it may, but until my father improves his person, there will be consciences. I am beginning to take my father away from the most important scenes of my life. Starting now, right now. Starting with my accomplished concert tomorrow evening. I am proud of the product coming from this and I will show pride. I fear that my gather will take away a tiny piece my pride. I can’t let that happen, you must understand. He has been given countless chances by the people he loves and completely, in all aspects, blew it. This may be something you perceive as excusable, but not me. He is loved, but uninvited. Unwelcome. This is personal. He may take offense. Kindly ask him to sit this one out for me.

Theresa

P.S. Sorry?

Gotta get out of the way...
Something went wrong. Somewhere along the line, someone messed up. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was neither.

But I have to tell you that sometimes I wish I'd say what is really on my mind. Sometimes I wish I'd have just kept my mouth shut. It amazes me sometimes how people can just brush off their feelings like nothing ever happened. I have learned something from what happened, my family is really good at pretending it never happened.

The same people who should care about this, don't. It works both ways too, the people you shouldn't care, do. I wouldn't minded a little bit more healthy confrontation in my life, but this is too much.

I am also thankful that I have waited until my I have gained my temper back. I might have burned your ears if I hadn’t....

I have a one year plan. Let's move out people. GO GO GO!!
I’ve created a sinister scheme to get my way.... It will be lovely. I’ve never had motivation quite like this, but it works.

Note: Considering the word ‘sinister’ means evil, threatening, and harmful, my plan must omit this description. For the time being, ‘sinister’ will now mean, pleasant, harmless, and unthreatening. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

What is hot? Is that when they take off their heads?
A question was posed and I went ahead and watched it unfold. What I didn’t know I didn’t know?: I wasn’t ready for the answer.

Moral: Answer your own questions, kiddies, cause love isn’t always both ways.

"I love you!" "How much?" "I REALLY LOVE YOU"
I just wanted to say.....











I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

“Who here can guess what this piece is about?” “Well, It's called ‘We Met‘...”
I’m all so amused. I just keep thinking of huge Theresa puppets with clarinets chasing Mr. Phillips...I have no idea why.

Who needs anything more when you have puppets? Not me.

::Runs away:: ::Pauses:: ::Takes a clarinet out of her pocket:: ::Pauses for a second time:: ::Starts playing it::

"I didn't do anything sexual to you." "Then who WAS that?"
Note to Self:
Skip the dance, Theresa. It will just complicate things. Plus, you will have much more fun watching Star Wars and making forts and training to be Jedi Knights with Rob. Seriously.

"Would you call me a band fag?" "If you wanted me to."

The Band Quiz By Rahel

Well, the music was nice. What more could I ask for?
I have something good to say: Everything is going to be just fine. I have no true knowledge of this, and I can’t prove it.

The beauty of it all: No one really knows what the hell I’m talking about. ;-D

It just takes some time, little girl.
You know what else? Fuck them. Run away. I hear the circus is nice.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...
Breathe him in too quick
Stop and smell the pain
Is he something beautiful?
Or am I living in a dream?
Good morning mystery
You’re not so kind to me
He isn’t happy where he is
Can’t you let him be?
I won’t tell you what his heart told me
For I fear that it won’t come true
A deep breath and one big step
Is that what is keeping me from you?
Breathe him out just as quickly
Wipe your tears and run
Maybe he has succeeded?
Or have I become undone?
I’ll close my eyes to make you happy
I’ll sit here for another hour or two
Stop my world, run right past
I’m searching in me for love for you
My world is yours if you ask it of me...
I offer it to you freely
I want to sit here forever still
Why won’t you believe me?

Welcome to the planet...
I don't really understand it. I don't even know if I really know what the hell is going on. I'm trying though. I'm trying.

I've learn something. It is possible to both love and hate something so much where you never want it to stop and wish it never started at all. I'm learning. I don't know how I feel about that. But I do feel. I like that.

Mission Accomplished: Succeeded in being a human- feeling for myself.