Skinny jeans, PATD, graphic tees, cute hair, piercings, attack attack!, skate boarding, these should be his favorite things. Laugh, smile, Iwrestledabearonce, concert, movie: thriller, fun., hottopic, ADTR, hilarious, punk, rebel, mine, absolutely cute, divine. This is my dream for a boy, he should be like this for sure. I need this kind of guy for me, write your dream guy, and he might see!

I’ve been thinking and in all honesty I effing insane. We both know it, but you’re doing something about it. Ignoring me. And it kills me that you can’t just tell me that you don’t want to be friends after finding out how crazy I am. You just ignore me. I guess I can’t blame you. I do the same effing thing. Ignore people in awkward situations. Because I’m a pussy bitch, but you need to be stronger than that. You need to be stronger than me, in all ways. Be the friend that I saw in you when I was first getting over you. The friend who’s friends with a crazy person willingly. You know why I’m effing crazy? Because I was crazy for you once. I was just too much of a pussy to make you see that. To make you see that I wanted you. That I’d never met anyone like you, anyone so real or perfect. In stature, in beliefs, in aspirations. But, I know not to believe like that anymore. You don’t get anything unless you go for it. And I lost the most perfect person I had ever met. But guess what..when you and her break up, I will most likely start trying again. But for now, I just want to be friends. What I’m trying to say is :

Yes, I know I’m crazy. Yes, I know you probably think I’m freaking crazy. But, I do want to be friends. Maybe because you’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. Or maybe because I still want you, not how I’d planned anymore, but I do. Please don’t forget me because I’m crazy.

-Zoey in the Moment

Truth.

Glasses:)

Times have sucked lately. I really liked this kid, but she got to him first. Again. He said if I would’ve said something before her, I would’ve had a chance. That’s painful. Damn painful. Why am I so scared? Maybe because of last year, when this exact thing happened. And I went for it, and asked the guy out and he totally rejected me. Now I fear rejection, like a bat hiding in the shadows. I don’t even know. I didn’t even take the first one this hard. I guess it’s because I noticed just when we started talking to that he’s like no other guy I’ve met. He likes Adventure Time, Merlin, and Psych. He likes old video games. And ADVENTURE TIME. The only cute guy I’ve ever met who liked Adventure Time was gay. He wanted a Perry the Platypus hat. Are you serious? Again, only cute gay who wanted one of those = gay. And I missed my f*cking chance. I’m an idiot. According to everyone else I don’t like him anymore, but in my heart I’m still trying to get over the fact that I’m never going to get that chance. Not in a million years. And, even if I did, I think it would hurt like hell to be seen as the second choice. Because I’m too damn scared to say something. Well, on the bright side - her ex-boyfriend and I are becoming really good friends. I love talking to him because we’re both so depressed after all this crap, and we just need each other to hold onto. I’m fine with that. In my mind, I can make it out of this thing with video games, my new friend, my Finn the Human doll, Maroon 5, and some ice cream. They love me. :’) Well, it’s Sunday, so I’m about to go to church. I’m sorry you people have to put up with all the random crap in my life, but yeah. This was freaking long. Bleh. - Zoey in the Moment

If you ever read it, you’ll know that it’s for you.

I’m not strong enough. Strong enough to keep a smiling face while you walk off with what I desperately wanted. Or to be happy that I gave it to you, or to not regret it. Pain races through me every time you mention how much you adore it. I ency your happiness and your pleasure. I’m not strong enough to be a good friend. To cheer you on, and tell you to get what you want because I still can’t take that advise myself. I’m stuck wondering why you get everything that I want. Everything that I wanted before you knew it even existed. Your looks, your charm, your playfully harsh words? What is it that you have that I don’t? Oh wait, I know. Everything. -Zoey in the Moment.

I have fallen in love with the new-found boy band 1Direction, and a lot of people are hating on their song “What makes you Beautiful” This song, as cute and catchy as it is, is a lot more than a cute lovey-poppy song to some girls. From experience, I know that many girls here in the US and beyond feel very alone in the sense that they don’t know that ANYONE thinks they’re beautiful, and they start to not think it themselves. Insecure girls like these, or like I was, starts things like cutting, eating disorders, and suicidal thoughts. This song gives hope to many of these girls that even though no one acknowledges their beauty. This is why this song is more than just a catchy little pop tune. This song is inspiration, and you should appreciate that. 

Today was so freaking harsh. Ending it with cleaning out my room and watching the Awkward. Marathon. Posting in my blog was Def. the thing I needed. “Wake up and smell the body spray, Clark is gay. You’re Welcome” Oh Sadie Saxton. Your formal bitchery is always music to my ears. I love how freaking amazing Matty’s room is, but Jake is just..well Idk…BEAUTIFUL!! And he’s super sweet, which I love uber-totally. I wish I could have the life of Jenna Hamilton..okay, no I don’t but I wish I had a Jake. Because he’s like the best kid ever. No joke. Anyway, I’m still clearing out my room and I’m not even partly done. I need to bathe. (-.-) Mood: Tired&Dirty -ZoeyInTheMoment

If the person that read this blog read it regularly, they would know that the post that they’re mad about was made months ago when we were in the middle of a fight, but at the time it was 100% true, #Fed Up. And her knowing it was about her as just a simple reminder that she did all of those things. If you’re going to read the blog, get the facts straight. And, if she ever reads this, to the girl who liked the post about her being mad at me, i would call you a jerk, but i would feel bad for jerks everywhere.  ..

Thanks for reading my blog people who don’t read my blog. -Zoey in the moment-