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I'm Amy. I'm growing up. And this is my past, present, and future.

I know you'll come in the night like a thief.
But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique.
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust.
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up.
So do you think that we could work out a psalm?
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try.
I know you'll come for the people like me.
But we all got wood and nails,
And talk dirt at hating factories.

My name is Amy. I'm a Gemini. I'm 25 years old. I'm a struggling artist, and an overly opinionated martyr of my beliefs. My past experiences, no matter how petty or dramatic they were, molded me into who I am today. I'm still changing every day.



I'm an artist. I love to draw and make things in photoshop [such as this blogger layout]. I also love music; I dabble in piano a little bit. I only know how to play other songs, of course. Nothing original. I like to write as well. Pretty much anything that involves the arts is something I enjoy doing. It gets me through the day and gives me a chance to express myself.



I have many friends who have come and gone, some who are even enemies now. Regardless, they've taught me a lot. I've learned to be more humble, tolerant, and kind, but also I've learned things like never to trust anyone completely off the bat, and to usually expect the worst. I'm generally pretty pessimistic and I think irrationally, but that's a nasty habit I'm trying to break. My intentions are good. That's something I must always remind myself and everyone else of. I have anxiety but I'm learning to control it better every day. This time a year ago it was impossible for me to socialize, but nowadays it's easier. Time mends everything.



I'm not really good at these self-describing things anymore. If you want to know me, ask me yourself. :3

September, October, November and December, these are the times of year I start getting really nostalgic. They're really good points in my life. This time last year, I was with my ex boyfriend, who treated me like shit, but at that point in my life things were fantastic.

We'd always run to Walgreens and get food to eat when we got back while we watched movies, or we'd go to Shnucks just to be somewhere. We had parties a lot, he lived up the street from me. They were sober parties of course [sometimes... his friends were potheads] and they were just fantastic. We would stay up all night, playing XBOX 360 back and forth, making a buncha Mexican food, going out in the snow at 3 AM, I just miss it. I don't miss him, but I miss having fun, and being out of this hell hole of a house all the time. His mom loved me, I'd always go up there at dinner time and just sit with them, watching them make jokes and stuff.... I was there during the best times, and during the worst times. We'd watch movies with our friends real late at night, even on school nights. It was just great having somewhere to go. It really sucks sitting at home all the time again.

Ok, enough of my rambling. This weekend was really boring. I was supposed to hang out with my boyfriend, or with Cheltzie. but I couldn't. I'm hopefully gonna hang out with Bo today, but I really doubt it. If he hasn't called by now, his mom isn't going to let him, unless he's still asleep. Bleh. And after this, I can't see him for 2 weeks, cause he's going to Sweetwater next weekend, and we can never see each other on school days. Bleh.

Well, I'm gonna go hop in the shower, and hope to God I can do something today.

toodles

♥ ameh

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