Hello there. I'm Molly. You know on the first day of school, when the teachers asks you to tell the class your name, and one thing about you? Well I'm bad at that game. I have no idea what to say about myself to seem cool and smart and interesting. I'm just me. I write, I act, I sing in the shower, I complain, I fall in love, I fall apart, I pick up the pieces, I smile, I draw, I laugh, I eat healthy foods, and unhealthy foods, and I love music. And boys. And people in general. Except when I don't. Which is pretty rare. But you know how it goes. But gosh, I'm rambling, I do that a lot also, so I'm going to let my blog do the talking for me. I like to think of it as a collection of emotions, dreams, fears, laughter, love and art. I like to find inspiration and share it.
I’m usually shy and withdrawn and afraid of taking chances. But this weekend isn’t about being serious or being perfect. This weekend is about going out and being young. Being carefree. Taking my worries and my imperfections and tossing them out to sea.
Fifteen hours away from those beautiful Florida beaches. I’m getting away from you and letting go of everything. I just want to not give a single fuck about anything for a few days. I want to let my hair down. Where else better then in the waves?
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Am I a little bit disappointed? Yes.
Should I have probably thought about what I was doing before I did it? Yes.
Do I regret it? No.
Because at least I’m not afraid to put myself out there. I might get hurt occasionally, but if you never get hurt that just means you’re not trying hard enough. Life’s too short to hang out in the shallow end.
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ahhhhhhhhhh.
Listen, babe. I was your friend. I did not try to hang out with you or text you all the time or tell you I liked you or said I wanted to marry you and have your children. Yeah, you’re cute. But you started all of this, not me. You start telling my best friend how cute you think I am and how “everyone should want to date me”, and you obviously know she’s going to tell me this stuff. You tell her again, that I’m “really hot” and that you think I’m really cool. You are all about talking to me and touching my hands and sending me music and asking me to sit on your lap, blah blah blah. For three weeks this goes on and I try not to read into it, but eventually you’re 5,000 signs break down my wall. So I give in, I let myself think about liking you, just to have my friend inform me that by the way, you’ve been talking to another girl. So whatever, I’m a big girl I can handle it. So I forget about it. We go back to being friends. I meet another guy, and mention him to you, not thinking about it because you’re “with another girl” anyway. Then we hang out and you’re holding my hand and giving me hugs and telling me you’re going to bring me to parties with you. We hang out at your house and you kiss me. You kiss me. So I assume that maybe you like me, but I don’t take it to seriously. I tell myself, you’ll talk to me if you want to, so I give you space and I let you come to me. And you text me, every night and send me links to my favorite songs and la la freaking la. But you’re still talking to her. And finally I ask you. Who do you like? You tell me it’s so unlucky that you’ve met two awesome girls at the same time. Blah Blah. So I’m going to make it easy for you. I’ll take myself out of the equation. Now you don’t have to choose. I’m not mad. Of course not, because I don’t know how to be mean or blow people off. So I’ll go on being your friend and it’ll be fine, but do mean a favor, next time you’re interested in a girl just make your mind up because you screw with her head. Please and thanks.
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