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My name is Mariam and through this blog I'm discovering things about the world, and about myself. Through all my blogs you'll see craziness, political insight, celebrity mania, musical interest, total drama queen-ness,all about boys, and ever changing views on everything. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. You're about read the pages of my epic diary. Welcome to my world, and feel free to come back ;)

Sunday, December 26, 2010

"I'm trying not to tell you but I want too/I'm scared of what you'll say/So I'm hiding what i'm feeling/But I'm tired of holding this inside my head"

title continued: I've been spending all my time just thinking of you I don't know what to do I think i'm fallin for you....

Hello guys,
This blog goes out to the lovesick. I know theres a lot of you out there. Some of you may have beiberfever (totally guilty) and others of you may have just found something extraordinary in that ordinary boy next door or a few miles away. Something that shines through that boy or girl. Maybe his smile is contagious. And his laugh makes you laugh. And he'll say the simplest words or sentences but you absolutley can't stop thinking about them. Its weird being lovesick. You end up twatching (love my new word? Learned it yesturday, it means like a twitter stocking) and fbstaking and wondering why the girl who wrote on his wall has to be so pretty or weather or not he was thinking of you when he wrote #nowplaying (fill in awesome romantic song here). This my friends is being lovesick. Those of you that are brave are probably texting them all the time or on the phone with that significant other all the time. I'm not. Its weird, because I just can't ever say what I need too.

In One Tree Hill (FAVORITE SHOW), Brooke Davis wrote Lucas Scott (the object of her affection a.k.a the devishly handsome chad michael murray) a letter every day. She never sent them though. Why didn't she? Because she was scared. But one day she finally had the guts to hand him a box filled with them letters that told him exactly how she feels. And he read them, each and every one. Now in a modern day senerio, those of you with beieber fever can't really tell justin how you feel. So this one doesn't apply to you all, but I believe he reads the tweets so try that method. Now those of you who like have a non-celebrity crush on a modern day prince, it realy sucks that now when a girl trys to tell a guy how she feels in the most romantic of ways he thinks she being pathetic, or force full, pushy, or just weird.

Am I right or wrong? Times have changed but I get the urge to write these kind of letters sometime. In a way I write them on here, I share them with all of you and maybe even him. Thats the funny thing about the internet, you never know exactly whose reading what. For some reason I don't worrry about putting anything on here. I'm totally comfortable with it. I need to reach this level of comfort when it comes to expressing my feelings. But I swear my extrodinary boy never really gives me the chance, which makes me think maybe he doesn't want me. Can you believe after my whole blogs long life of writting about the same boy I still don't even know if he likes me? I've had this lovesickness for a long time and I would love to know that it wasn't wasted on someone whose not even in to me. I'm lost and confused, but I do no that I feel something. Something I haven't felt with any other boy. Why do I feel this way? I don't know I just do. If only I was like brooke davis and could put this feeling in words and send it in hopes of finding out. But I'm not brooke, letters get lost in the mail but face to face you get an answer. I need to figure something out, I'll keep you posted.

Song of the day: Fallin' For You by Colbie Calliet

quote of the day: Nothings Impossible, the word itself says I'm Possible! (saw that on a bumper sticker and adored it today)

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