ONE DAY WE'LL BE VINTAGE

Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.

Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are yet of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee. 


Another Awkward Situation

I know I’m mostly over it now. It feels like it’s been forever since we broke up, but it hasn’t been two months yet. 

I’m exhausted and lazy and cold, so I look in the closet for a blanket. I see the blanket he got me for my birthday, and I just brush it off. I’m not going to let something so small like that bother me. 

So I turn on the tv to get over myself. And Teen Mom is on. And Amber and Gary are bitching at each other. 

So I change the channel to Cartoon Network. And Pokemon is on. And Ash is battling it out with Gary. 

GREAT.

I’m scared of becoming that workaholic who does not have her priorities straight. The person who becomes overstressed from work and begins to put it before what really matters. Again, the concept of priorities, and what’s truly ‘important’ eludes me. This Thanksgiving is supposed to be a break from stress, but now I just feel like my whole future is all lined up already. I already know what’s going to happen tomorrow and the rest of the year. The scariness surrounding the unknown is no longer a problem. I’m scared of wandering off this worn down path that my parents took so much trouble to pave for me, but I’m scared of my life blowing past me.