Oh Dearest Birthday Fairy

It's birthday seasoooon! Since I'm turning 16 in just a little more than a week, here's randomly listing stuff that would be great to get on my birthday.

1. A copy of Paper Towns or The Fault in Our Stars (which I have read but have no copy of. *sob*) or The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight or The Mortal Instruments series (refer to TFIOS parentheses) or just about any other book. :D
2. Earphones. Like, really good ones. 
3. Anything related to my fandoooms! (Aka The Fault In Our Stars, The Mortal Instruments, The Hunger Games, Divergent, Gossip Girl, TMI, TMI, TMI! etc.)
4. Keds
5. Heels!
6. A mix tape (or just a CD with songs just for me.)
7. Graham Larkin. <3
8. A cameraaaa!
9. Some sort of jewelry
10. Shoes in general.
11. A graphic tee
12. A baby grand piano 
13. A cute bag (apparently I need to restock my wardrobe with stuff)
14. Quirky accessories
15. A BOOKMARK. (Preferably a magnetic one)
16. Chocolate mint gelato (Maybe a pint... Maybe more)
17. New phone 
18. A really cute hardbound journal
19. A waaaatch!
20. One of those cute floral blazers
21. A cute sweater (WTH am I gonna do with it, I dunno.)

Annnnd that's about it. I guess I'll be adding more once my birthday's really really near and I actually know what I want. XD

Life is Gouda (Hah. Pun)

The cheesiness doesn't end in the title. This is a really lame-o cheesy poem I wrote when I was bored out of my wits while taking a mock exam for a major university. (Yes, you can see how determined I was then)

You used to fight off all of my dragons--

A prince on a mighty steed.

You'd chase away all those shadows 

And be there for all my needs.

You scaled the walls of my tower

When I was a damsel in distress

In the dark, behind you I'd cower

While you'd shield me from my weakness

A jolt struck my hand from yours

As you hoisted me from my captor's domain.

We ran past traps and gates and enchanted doors

And laughed as we finally escaped my world's bane.

The tower no longer held me

Though my dreams it tortured now.

Of man and walls and law I was free 

But to you my heart would still bow

This poem is obviously unfinished. And I'm not too sure if I'd have a gouda moment soon enough to reach this piece of poetry's conclusion but yeah! This is sorta kinda what I'm feeling right now. Partially since the poems unfinished and all... um, yeah. Okay. 

Silver Linings

Yesterday was one of the greatest days of my entire life.

Okay, it didn't start out too well. I've been nursing a flu for days now and it was killing the
 crap out of me (yes, nebulizers, meds, loads of water, the works...). To intensify the 
crappiness my body was enduring, I was stressing over one of the biggest things that can 
possibly happen to me in Senior Year: finding out who would be Editor-in-Chief of the 
school paper. 

Yes, other people might not see it as too much but I totally stressed over it. 
(Food projectiles down the toilet included.)It started out as a horrid day but some people,
 (36 of them, in fact) turned my frown upside down. 

Here comes the part where I try to express in words how much I love my classmates. It's a
 hard task so bear with me.

These 36 people, consisting of elites, jocks, weirdos, gamers, nerds, otakus, bookworms,
 socialites, etc. are just the best group of people I could ever imagine spending my 4 years 
of high school with. Without them, I would've probably lost my sanity long ago. They're an 
anchor that keeps me grounded and calm. They support me in ways that may seem mean at 
first (like not letting me eat as I'm trying to diet) but only do because they know it's what's 
best. I love these people fiercely and I know that I wouldn't be who I am without them. 

Now, to cut to the chase, and speaking of being who I am now, that afternoon ended with 
club meetings and a mass sponsored by my class. I ran to the school chapel after "the 
moment of truth" during club time. It took me all my effort not to tell anyone yet as I 
entered the chapel. But as the mass ended, and everyone was peppering me with 
questions, I had to. 

They gathered around me and counted down. It went like, 3---2---1------------ and I say, 
"EIC ko," in my calmest voice possible. 

I was overwhelmed to the point of almost crying in joy when my classmates all screamed 
and hugged me. It was a surreal moment. Really. We didn't care who saw us or whatever. 
It was just us and class pride. I was moved almost to tears (Then they started demanding 
that I buy them celebratory snacks). Oh, 10-Wisdom.

There are barely enough words in the world to describe how much I'd be lost without them,
 how they mean so much to me and how much I love them

Corny, I know. But yeah, they deserve cornier. :) 

Heeeeeere's 10-Wisdom

A Quickie on Being Yourself

So, I told you to be yourself in front of her. 
Can I be myself in front of you now?

Day 13: Your Opinion On Your Body and How Comfortable You Are With It

I don't like being fat. I swear I'm not exaggerating when I say I'm fat. I always avoid answering how much I weigh, what my jeans size is, etc. I hate how people would look at old pictures of me and simply say, "What happened?"

I GOT FAT. 

Doy. 

I act so nonchalant about this. I mean, when people suggest I diet or do something about my weight, I brush them off with a laugh or a smile. They think I never take these things seriously. But if you were in my shoes, how many lectures about the dresses you can never wear or the high risks for disease or times when you're given just half of what you want to eat can you take before running to the bathroom to cry? You get the picture

It's for your own good.

There is no one-liner as sickening as that. I've cried so many times because of how uncomfortable I am in my own body. 

But anyway, it's been a while since I've felt truly pretty in my own skin so, I'm trying. Yeah. That's the word. 


Trying.

Understanding Me (Or Trying To)

Don't Wanna Cry by Pete Yorn

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[Click the fancy play button to hear the song. Seriously because that's how I feel right now.]

My feelings are all over the place right now. In my head, all over my writings, on my Twitter account and it's bothering me so much that it's bothering other people. God, I just wish there was an easier way to talk about how I feel. So far, the song's the best and safest way for you to understand.

So, how exactly do I feel? Listen to the song and try to pinpoint the feeling you get after knowing the words to it. You think you'd be getting a different feeling, right? Well, I'm guessing that that feeling you get is how you think I'm feeling. (Whut?)

Okay, I'm exceedingly confusing at the moment because I myself am confused. 

How far is far? How distant is distant? How close can you be to something before you realize you've been standing too close to it to understand? (OKAY. Whut?)

It's still pretty much hard to tell. Okay, so just listen to the song and tell me what you think I think I'm feeling right now. 

Day 12: 5 Guys You Find Attractive

Huehuehuehue. *Insert fangirly giggling here*

OKAY! 

It's time I do a countdown. [Though it breaks my heart to say some of these guys are hotter than the others. I STILL LOVE YOU CELEBRITY HUNKS WHO I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO MEET]

5. Josiah Hawley. Yes, he's Sunday Morning guy from The Voice. Oh, I just have this thing for cute singers. Plus, he had great song choices. *swoon*
Too bad he was outed too early. :(

4. Alex Pettyfer. Everyone's classic pretty boy--blonde hair, pretty eyes. Plus, he's played a STRIPPER. Omg. *fangirling*

3. Zac Efron. From HSM cutie to Charlie St. Cloud. Mr. Efron has been making me swoon since tween-hood 'til now. Teehee. Such pretty eyyyyes. 

2. Speaking of pretty eyes, here's Chace Crawford. Teehee. Seeing the troubled Nate Archibald he was in Gossip Girl just does no good to me and my hormones. (whoremones*) 










And speaking of Gossip Girl:

1. ED WESTWICK! He's Chuck Bass [period]. (Oh, and season 1 Chuck with the scarf is best way to portray the infamous MotherChucker)

OKAY! Hardest post to make EVER. To end it, here are a bunch of other hot guys who I cannot bear to rank:

[Yes, Jamie Bower twice]

Do your ovaries still exist?!

(Teehee)

*drools*jabbers*dies*resurrects*marries mentally*dies again*

Day 11: My Family

It's hard to write about people who mean so much to you. I have a dad who pushes me too much when it comes to Math, a mom I always argue with and a sister who almost never listens to me and thinks I'm a dweeb. What do I actually love about them?

Everything. 

Family is family no matter how crazy, stressing, arguable, disagreeable, harshly frank, etc they are. They are the only person that I know and am sure will never leave me no matter what I do and what I become. 

Yup, this is a cliche post but I swear, it is hard to write about people who mean so much. 

Eh.

[Warning: This post might be too gay for your taste but yes, I need to vent.]

This isn't something I'd normally say outright on the worldwide web but what better place to turn to than a place where people can just judge me behind their computer screens and not in front of me. Yes. I sound like a scared little bitch. 

Have you ever thought of just wanting to disappear and never be seen? Like, getting that recurrent thought every single day?

Have you ever thought no one loves you/cares for you/likes you even if you have loving family and supporting friends everywhere? 

Are there 10001 ways to kill yourself in your mind and you're just too scared to try?

Were you emotionally strong once and now are surprised by how easily you cry over things?

Masochistic? Like emotionally and physically?

Sometimes, okay, most of the time now, I just feel so empty inside. I laugh, I cry but I don't really get to feel the extents of the joy or sadness in those times. I dunno. It's been so weird feeling all this. 

Hard to believe, right? In school, I laugh the hardest, I scream the loudest, I smile a lot but yes, I feel empty. 

It's been years like this, come to think of it now and I guess the vacuum somewhere there in me is just getting stronger and stronger. I feel estranged from even the closest persons to me. Sometimes, I just lie in bed thinking of what a stranger I've become to them and what  a stranger I've to myself. 

Ugh. Yes. This post is crappy and I haven't expressed myself the way I want to and all but have you ever felt like this too?

No?

Oh.

What Happy Looks Like

rainy days 
long talks 
sunshine after the rain 
cupcakes 
puppies that sleep long enough to poke and annoy 
caramel-drenched ice cream 
watching ballet
writing poetry 
watching sunsets 
looking at stars
running on the seashore
DIY
classical music 
old movies
walking barefoot in sand
lazy Saturday mornings
coffee and talks
'Good morning' texts
caramel popcorn
jumping waves
long bike rides
airplane window views
a day curled up in a hotel bed doing nothing
indie music sound-tripping 
helium balloons
doodling
sunrises
talking to little kids
bathroom concerts
the smell of a new book
pressed flowers
finding size 9 shoes that fit me
breaking a new book's spine
travelling
making new friends
stolen glances
1990's and early 2000's cartoons
new books

And the list goes on. 
(And yes, This is What Happy Looks Like by Jennifer Smith is driving me nuts)

Day 10: First 10 Songs on Shuffle

1. 93 Million Miles by Jason Mraz
2. Girl of the Year by FM Static
3. Enchanted by Taylor Swift (Cover by Adam Young)
4. Yellow by Coldplay
5. You Picked Me by A Fine Frenzy
6. Crushcrushcrush by Paramore
7. Emma by Imagine Dragons
8. Daylight by Matt and Kim
9. It Will Rain by Bruno Mars
10. Sunday Morning by Maroon 5

(I may or may not have cheated on this one. Nyahahaha.)

Day 9: How Important You Think Education Is

School is hard. That's undeniable. But during one of our classes just a few days ago, we were made to see the reality of how many people are privileged enough to go to school. 

Coming from a school where majority of students are well-off, this doesn't seem like much of a reality to us, considering we know that all of us are going to college. 

I guess it's a gift that's taken advantage of over and over and over again by so many people while a lot of people, on the other hand, are yet to find ways to get that gift. 

Estranged

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Yes, by the looks of that broken heart emoticon, this'll be another rant but because of homework and other things that caused me a hiatus, I'll keep this one short and not necessarily too sweet. 

3 words: I want distance. 

I'm on the verge of giving up. Yes,it gets tiresome listening to everything you say about 'that person whose place I'd love to be in right now' and it's even more tiresome to see you using up precious time for something that you and I both know you'll never have. 

Upon friends'advice, I'm extending (more like painstakingly trying to) my patience. They told me that maybe its too soon for me be hands-off completely--that I might not be there when you really really really need me. (Well, obviously that tugged on my heartstrings)So,there. We're not completely alienated yet but whatever's holding us together is slipping away as fast as my patience is. 

Kbye.

Pandemonium, Chaos, Insanity and Bedlam? Yeah, Blame Me

I haven't even spent an entire week in Senior Year and I already want to crawl back into summer and sleep forever. OMG. It's just so not what I'm used tooooo. *creys* No, well, homework and all of course but the quantity of it and what's expected of us has totally leveled up.

Okay, so about my title, I seem to find it fitting that the Greek mytho character assigned to me, (Greek mytho impersonations are basically some of the most awaited parts of the Senior schoolyear. I just don't get why it has to be so early on. :'() Pandora, as most of us know unleashed chaos, bedlam and so on and so forth into the world because of her curiosity. 

Welp, I believe entering Senior year is me opening Pandora's box. It's chaotic. 
Oh, and the lid is hard to put back right now. These evil sprites of looniness, hunger, failures, broken nails and bad hair days are aggressive. 

Oh, but yes, bring it on, Senior Year. 

The Beginning of The End

Nope. Not the apocalypse. 

Today marked the beginning of my last year in high school. Honestly, unlike other people, I was super excited for the first day of school. And because I am very very very much unlike normal human beings, I woke up at 4 am. Yes, 4 am for my 7:20 classes. Oh, and my house is just a 6-minute drive to school. So, maybe this was because i was excited for my Jillian Michaels work out but meh, I guess I was just super stoked for school. 

It's always that feeling of wanting to see my friends again every single day and not have to worry about having mom and dad come home to a house in disarray since all of us were out for the whole day. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for academics but the need to see my classmates overpowered that. 

Naturally, the class proper went by slow for me but the 3 hours I spent with my friends afterwards went by like three minutes. 

Ah, so this is my official goodbye to sunglasses, beaches, all day internet sprees, ombre shorts, flipflops, shopping sprees, hopes for summer love, hopes for summer tans and my pathetically fractionally fulfilled summer bucketlist. 

This isn't too much of a post since I guess there's nothing to write yet considering that today's just the beginning. 

SY 2013-2014, let's dance.

Day 8: What You Ate Today

Some people call it Cookie Butter. I call it spreadable heaven. :3

Since the hullabaloo about this gingerbread-ish spread started, I always wanted to taste it. Then, yesterday my Cookie Butter virginity was broken.  And yes. I have no words to worthily describe the experience. Just do what the jar says that to understand this heavenly treat, you'll have to taste it. :)

(Off to pig out on more Cookie Butter sandwiches)

Day 7: 5 Pet Peeves

Lazy, lazy, lazy. That's my explanation but I'm back on track soooo,

YAY! A blog post where I get to talk about stuff I hate!
Here goes nothing!

1. Know-it-alls. When you can explain something in just a sentence, kindly do so. Save flowery words and words with more than 15 letters in them for vocabulary in English class and no one really cares if you can memorize all the elements of the periodic table, their discoverers, their atomic weights and in which household items you can find them. 

2. Line cutters. We all know one of these.

3. People with no respect for my books. Hmm, this includes spine breakers, doggy-earers, cover folders, page rollers and overdue borrowers. Honestly, I think I'm the only person with the right to destroy my books. (Meehee)

4. Excessive worriers. Life is stressful enough. People, especially leaders who can't take stress well and worry and go crazy and are borderline irritating (more like sanity-robbing) are just the worst. 

5. People who play music on their phones in public vehicles. Dude. Stop. Just--stop.

Little Things

No, this post has nothing to do with the dearly loved boyband. 
As I've noticed, most of my posts have been laced, garnished and served with a whole lot of negativity. So, here's what I'd like to call my "Happy Post". This is obviously a post of all the little superficial things that make me smile. 

So basically, here's a quick explanation from L-R from top to bottom:

1. My undying love for Gossip Girl
2. Cheesy fries
3. My first pair of Keds
4. Chocolate
5. Basically anything animal-ish and plush
6. Sunsets
7. My fantasy world in writing
8. Bubbles
9. Pink peonies
10. Ballet (which I used to do and still adore)
11. Science
12. TFIOS and all things John Green
13. Waaaaffles
14. A few sorts of video games
15. Lace and bows
16. Carousels and amusement parks in general (That includes laser tag)
17. Piano
18. All things geek
19. Coffee: My life companion
20. All things Italian
21. AS TOLD BY GINGER (From childhood to moody adolescence) 
22. Biking
23. Stars
24. My dreams of making it big in New York

So, there. I hope that breaks my frown-y streak. 

:D

Aaaand bipolarity prevails.

Poured Out

I have to admit. My last post was horrid. It was long, sappy and over all, horrid. I personally told some of my closest friends to read it with the very specific warning that they might end up throwing up. And yes, undeniably, I gave them headaches last night. 

I gave myself one too. 

I can't say I spent the entire night unable to sleep because of the amount of stupid guts I put into that post, not to mention emotion I'd scraped out to make that post. Okay. 

I'll try not to make this post as sappy as the last one but I guess I need to keep venting. 

After that humongous downpour of emotions yesterday, I wish I could say that now, I feel better about how I feel about that certain person. But the entire time I was awake last night and even now, I could just never stop thinking about how empty-feeling I am. 

I know. it's weird, emo, blaaargh, whatever. I just feel totally lame and empty and alone and How to Save a Life's been playing over and over and over again in my head. 

He hasn't reacted yet, of course but, gahhh, I'm having second thoughts about that post. 

I can't delete it right now since I might end up regretting that but yeah. There's that feeling: empty. 

You. (Yes, You)

[Warning: This post has been heavily influenced by too many lonely As Told by Ginger marathons this summer and morning coffee coursing through my veins. Will be highly cheesy and emotional. You have been warned. Plus, it's really really, long. And if you feel like this post is about you and feel freaked out, you don't have to finish reading. If you feel uncomfortable considering it might be you I'm talking about, for the cosmos's sake, stop reading.]

Hello stranger,

We know each other far too well to be strangers. We're joint at the hip, in fact. We're each other's shadows, each other's can't-be-seen-without... It hasn't been too long since we first started talking to each other but we've gone a really, really, really long way from being just acquaintances. You basically know everything about me and I basically know everything about you. We can barely keep secrets from each other or at the very least, stop talking to each other. As I've said, we're each other's shadows. Where one goes, the other's bound to be close by. I could go on and talk about how close we are but that isn't the point.I just want it to come across, first of all that we are no where close to being oblivious of each other's existence. So, now, I guess it's funny of me to call you stranger.

I'm making myself a stranger to you and in the process, making you a stranger to me. My walls are going up while I'm tearing our bridges down. I'm sorry for that, Stranger. It's just that I can't stop. I don't want to keep doing it but I just can't stop.

There's just this horrible weird feeling I get every time we meet face to face now. Every time we talk,it feels like I'm talking to a person I don't know at all. Now,I act like I have to impress you every time we meet. Before you start thinking, I'll tell you, it's not your fault, I promise. I just don't get why it feels so different around you now. It's like we have force fields that make us repel off each other. I don't like it that way at all. I just want things to be back to normal--me feeling comfortable around you, not having to wear pressed powder or worry about how I look when we meet up, us calling each other bitch and just hollering at each other wherever we go. You might say that we still do all this but I swear to you, if you were in my shoes, you'd understand that they don't feel the same at all. 

It's not your fault. Really,it's not and  honestly, I'm not too sure whose fault it really is. I can blame myself, though, for the mean time. I can't always go on blaming my idiot hypothalamus for making me go head over heels over for you, but I guess I made a mistake somewhere down this path. Sometimes, I hate myself for making that happen--that weird encounter we had in my living room. I didn't really think those five words would drive me deeper into this totally weird emotion I'm wallowing in right now but I guess it did. 

I'm pouring my heart out right here, right now on the worldwide web where just about anyone can see how pathetically stricken I am by you--even you can see this, but that's not my biggest fear. Well, I did put thought into every word I penned onto this post right now but what's there to fear when I know you already know the entire truth of it all?

There's a difference to knowing what's going on inside my head   and actually believing what I've told you. It was my fault, probably, stranger, that you seem to be an unbeliever of my confession. I have to admit, it was uncalled for. it did put our friendship and everything in between at risk. It was  a stupid idea. A really stupid one. And it was more stupid of me to laugh at my own words. Could I have expected you to take me seriously when I couldn't take myself seriously? 

Meh. 

This post is probably going to be me pouring diesel and tossing a match at the last bits of bridges we have left from the ones I've dessicated with a mental sledgehammer. And it might also be the one thing that would grow my mental protective walls to 400 feet all around me but what's the worst I could do after saying it in your face? 

I know well enough from what you tell me and what I force myself to keep listening to that I won't ever be the girl to you. Like, ever. No. I know that and now that I know how excruciating it is to listen to and sing along to that certain Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat song and get feels, I get why you've always to leave this 'zone'. Singing along to it and only being able to relate to the words that regard myself and despise the lines that supposedly include how you feel make me realize how sucky being in this 'zone' feels. I know you get how I feel but this is just to bash the ever-made-popular idea that girls never get put into this twilight zone. 

Stranger, I've made an agonizingly long post here and even I don't see the point of it. I don't get why I'm bearing myself all out like this simply because I'm secure that you already know what I feel about you. I don't get why I want you to understand that I was serious when I'm supposed to be reveling in the fact that you kept it cool between us. Seriously. I don't get why I'm letting myself drive me to typing all this! 

Meh. 

Just humor me for these next few lines, stranger--the way we humored my little 5-worded confession to you. I can't stop thinking of you and how stupid I was for not ever knowing that you were there for me all along. You really were. We laughed together, we fought and at least once, I've soaked your shoulder with my tears, literally. I was exuberant when I found out and confirmed to myself that my feelings for you were real. But that was back when I saw you as my rock and the anchor that kept me on my feet when everything tried to knock me down. Now, you're one of those things that'll make me trip and I made you that way. Humor me when I say this in every way I know, or better yet, don't read this or forget that I ever wrote it: As Chuck and Blair fought about and all, I just want to say 3 words and 8 letters that could alter the course of my entire universe. I love you. 143. ILY. Je t'aime. Wo ai ni. I ove-lay ou-yay. 

Yes, I said it in pig Latin. I am that  serious. I just hope you humored me enough to finish reading this post.

You're close, actually and congrats for enduring this literary mess. 

So, stranger, I know this post would one way or another reach you and it'll be my loss and not yours if you read this. See what an obsessed, boy-worshiping fangirl I am. You won't be new to it. I used to do this stuff a lot in front of you... Only that now, it's about you. And if you still don't believe me after I tear my heart out and shamelessly bear it out here on the internet, at least you can listen to those people who'd read this and actually believed in what I felt. All these 1,437 words that’ll appear once I press this annoyingly orange publish button is how serious I am about what I'd said that fateful day in March.

 I don't need you to love me. I know you do but just not in the way that I love you. All I want from you is for you to believe what I'd said and if it isn't too much to ask, I'd like you to pick up a big ass sledgehammer and tear down these walls I've made. 

Affectionately, 

Danielle

PS. Yes, I know how stupid I am. I don't blame you for thinking that. 

[And now, I'm just going to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment and utter sadness. My heart... It hurts... Really bad. And you won't be here to let me cry]

[Eh.]

A Bientot, Eté *Bise, bise*

I've barely ticked anything from my Summer Bucketlist but and summer's already ending in a couple of weeks! :(

But we can't turn back time no matter how much we want to. Sooooo, my class mates and I got together at Steffi's place for a Kiss-Summer-Goodbye picnic. :) 

*drumroooooolllll... PHOTO MONTAGE!*

It'd NEVER be right for our class to not be eating 

 Silly dare #1: Sing while doing crunches. 

 Silly dare #2: Have little Miss Prim and Proper do the Harlem Shake Opening

 And I guess everyone was bitten by the silly bug that day:

Oh! And can you saaaaay.... Macho?

 We are not dancers but everyone can do the Harlem Shake! ;)

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

Here's me and my bestest friends ever trying to take "decent" pictures together:

 

Summer 2013, you might not have been perfect but you did end with a bang. 

Je t'aime, ete.

Au revoir. 

*bise, bise*  

Day 6: Your Views on Mainstream Music

I am not a big fan of anything mainstream. Mainstream is... well, mainstream. 

Okay, I think most mainstream music is in a way, "commercialized". Most of the songs and singers themselves are out to impress rather than to express. 

Though I am a nooby-noob-noob when it comes to indie music, a lot of it so far has given me chills an can wrench my heart into directions that mainstream music doesn't. Indie music has a really different feel to it. Their lyrics are poetic, singers' voices are different in such cute quirky ways and they use instruments that barely see the light in most mainstream music. 

Mainstream music is known by everyone, hence being mainstream. On the other hand, only people who like the indie vibe have heard indie music. It's a bit like having your own little private island when you need to escape from the crazy, crazy world we live in. They also sing about such deep things like trouble or sickness but they way their voices carry the lyrics is just--ahhh. :)

But as you've noticed, I've used the term most mainstream music. I'm not a staunch anti-mainstream music person. I'd have to say that it'd just be a matter of selection. A lot of mainstream songs pull on my heart strings too (while a lot of them make me crazy dance). 

And if you care enough, here's a few of my favorite mainstream and indie songs.

Mainstream:

1. Just Give Me a Reason by Pink Ft. Nate Ruess
2. Still Into You by Paramore
3. One Way Or Another by One Direction
4. 22 by Taylor Swift
5. I Won't Give Up On Us by Jason Mraz
6. It Will Rain By Bruno Mars
7. Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
8. Can I Have This Dance by Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron
9. Vanilla Twilight by Owl City
10. Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips

Indie (And lesser known bands):

1. Find My Way Back Home by Priscilla Ahn
2. With You by Jonah Johnson
3. Samson by Regina Spektor
4. Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine
5. The Call by Regina Spektor
6. 6 Months by Hey Monday
7. Time by Billy Porter
8. Lost Cause by Priscilla Ahn
9. Swan Song by A Fine Frenzy
10. Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Iglova

Have fun listening!

Day 5: Things You Might Say To An Ex

This post is exceedingly funny considering that I have Z-E-R-O exes. And neither do I have any boyfriends nor girlfriends (eh) nor have I heard anyone at least profess their undying Shakespearean love to me. So, hmm... How do I do this one? :/

Okay, let's pretend I do have an ex. (I hereby name my hypothetical ex Al.) What would I say considering what a huge bubble of socially awkwardness I am? 

Hmm, let's also pretend that it was a nice little fairytale relationship until the it's not you, it's me moment came. (Does that actually happen in real life) And poof, bye-bye, prince charming (Or in this case, Prince Al.) So, uhhh, what now? o.o

(This is a hopeless post. *facepalm*)
I guess I'd be the bitter, masochistic, Twitter-flooding ex who stays up until 2 am just to Tweet stuff like, "Where did I go wrong? :( #SlashWrists" or "Loving you meant letting you go. </3" or maybe "All I wanted for you was to be happy. :'( Now you are. //" 

Ehhh... Come to think of it, if my Twitter account would turn into a bitter self-blaming wasteland... I'm not sure if I really want an ex anymore. o.O