My Life Is Merely Quotes By Someone Else. But I Know The Feeling.

"I looked up at him, not knowing how to tell him that he'd never... made those kinds of offers to me. Not knowing how to explain that the street of friendship runs two ways. I had never felt free to come to him with my own problems. Had, honestly thought that I could bear up under whatever the hell came my way. And I had... as long as I'd had [him] to care for. As long as all my attention had been expended on defending him and watching over him. It wasn't until that had gotten ripped out from under me that I had discovered how lost I was."

Via Being There: A Gundam Wing fanfic

Survive? Let's Do Better.

You're missing the point. It's more than just existing. More than just surviving everything life throws at you. You need a reason to survive, to keep moving, keep going, and keep laughing. If you are only just surviving, then you may have already lost.

I Miss Plenty.

Self Image. And Real Image. And It Makes No Fucking Difference.

I'm going to get a bit serious here. Probably more than you'd like me too, and more than I want to. But these things have been bothering me. Not that my rants and things aren't in anyway serious, but there will be no joking rage. Just simple ramblings from a girl that shouldn't be aloud to ramble.

I want to be thin. Not just thin, but defined thin. I've always had issues with looking in the mirror and liking what I see. Whether it's because I know the type of person I am or just because of how I look. It developed itself into an eating disorder. I get upset and jealous when it comes to a lot of my friends. Even the ones that are bigger than me I think look better. I'm not saying this for pity or anything. I'm just saying it.

Everyone wants to change something about themselves, both in and out. Whether you want to be more outgoing, less angry, have whiter teeth, be defined, be thinner. There is always that something, when you think about yourself, that makes you unhappy. And it doesn't matter what others say, how many times they tell you otherwise or that they love that part of you. Deep back in your mind is the nagging thought that life might get better if this or that were different. In the end it all comes down to you being happy with you. No one can change it. For some reason all the good things about us don't measure against those little things we hate. Remember, whatever the bad parts you're beautiful, even if you can't believe it.

So, here's the deal. My name's Amanda Lynn Davis, I wish I was skinnier. I wish I wasn't so angry and afraid, that my teeth were whiter, that my feet were a little bigger and my hair didn't grow in five minutes after I shave. I hate that my boobs are big and the main focus and jokes of almost everyone.

Christmas, It's Totally Christmas.

I want this shirt so very, very, very much.

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My New Hero.

This wonderful man is my new hero. Why? Because society is getting ridiculous.

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It's How You Stay A Good Person...To Yourself.

A rant! Fabulous right? Well this little tid bit is about our wonderful networking site facebook. Less creepy and narcissistic than Twitter, but still special. I don't think it's right that employers or potential employers get to have access to your facebook to spy on you. I think that is a little on the extreme in violation of privacy. Why not just park outside our houses and watch us? I bet if you read the diaries or private musings of already hired people you'd find a reason to fire just about all of them. Private life and work shouldn't interact that much. I could be a giant party goer on the weekends but be a hard as hell worker during the week, how the hell would you know? You don't, you are speculating and now back at square one. I prefer the interview and hire for a trial period method. That way who gives a shit that Johnny so and so hates Marsha from retail or is atheist and made a post about hating his parents, if he can do his job let him freakin' do it then. Besides, just because you spy like a creeper on facebook doesn't mean you know a person. Why? Well, darlings, it's because you still don't know why. Why would Johnny hate Marsha or his parents? Maybe there is a good reason.

But that's not really where I wanted to go here. Where I wanted to go was people and their need to gossip and facebook statuses. Now I know we all get into funks and maybe make a status on facebook we shouldn't directed at someone we happen to also be friends with on facebook. It happens. But if someone posts a status about work or someone where the hell do you get off running around telling everyone including people you shouldn't? Seriously, you like gossip that much? And I really hate the excuse 'well if they didn't want everyone to know, then they shouldn't have put it on facebook'. No. Just no. That's like saying 'If they didn't want me to read their diary, they wouldn't have left it on their bed'. If they didn't want everyone to know they wouldn't put it on a public blog like this. When you put it on facebook you are just telling the people you friended on facebook, you know, unless you really don't care and didn't put privacy settings up, then that really is your bad. When you friend or accept a friend request I think there is a certain level of responsibility you are taking on. Like not spreading shit all over the place and getting people in trouble. And hey, you want to be a giant gossip queen, so be it. But don't go around using that stupid and lame excuse 'they put it on facebook'. I know no one really likes taking responsibility for their actions, but come on. If you can't admit you are doing something wrong, have to make excuses, and lie about it, maybe you shouldn't be doing it.

Facebook is becoming one more place we have to hide parts of ourselves and how we feel. It's ridiculous that people can't just be themselves without getting flack from people who really shouldn't be so concerned about how someone else wants to live their lives.

Life Goal. Not At All Simple.

This is what I always say, when I grow up, I want to be happy. The question is: when do I grow up? Does grown up happen when I reach this goal? Or have I already passed the expiration date?

Because It's The Same.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

Neil Gaiman