More's Flaws

- simplicity.
why does life have to be difficult in order to survive? Not so much thrive

"YOUR MIND PAINTS A VICIOUS ART GROWN INSIDE OF ME. AND YOU MIGHT BE LOST AS YOU STEP FROM TREE TO TREE"

I have been strangling myself to get a grip. I have been locking myself up. I am scared of tomorrow. I am scared to look beyond this minute. I miss the simple times. I miss being loved.

I am sure i am losing my sanity, and I have not been taught how to ask for help

He's such a dirty ol' man, Mean Mr. Mustard

Thoughts of the Day (from me to you)

-Who are you? Why are you reading this? GO OUTSIDE! :)
-I can not explain how much this year has/ is changing me. I've learned how to control the feelings, those damn feelings. I've learned about MY music, the friends that count, and the difference between love and attraction. I've learned who to trust and when to not expect so much from someone. I've learned/ I am learning life is tricky, and to hold your head up high when drowning
- Man, I cut 3 inchs off my hair yesterday, new beginning starts with some change, right?!
- It has been a month and a day since i've kissed a boy (Mean Mr. Jakie), oh, he was such a go-getter.
- I will be attending Anti-Homecoming this year!! THIS SATURDAY. e.x.c.i.t.m.e.n.t
- into the wild, the bell jar, the hobbit

"When in doubt, think Chunk"

Summer of Love

Summer+ 2 months of Jakie + party-wild besties + liqueur store that does not card + breaking into high-dives + being around 20 of your closest friends= priceless

Escape!!

Yesterday was pretty tough for me. I am the kind of person who doesn't scream out when something is done wrong or isn;t going right. Instead, i am the girl who holds it all back, until, with just one  more little shove, I EXPLODE. My bestfriends, all three of them were busy friday night, and i was alone. i ABSOLUTELY hate being alone, especially on Fridays. I suffer from drepression, and need to be social, which helps it. 

Being alone that night, i had alot of time to think, and cry. I was alone, all my close buddies had a guy, and the closet i've come to having someone was two years ago. i can't 

be close to anyone, they all fucking  leave in the end. all of them. One day, my girls(bffs) will go off to college, and i'll be here with my mom. and one day she will pass away. then

what? Gah damn, okokok, i need to stop jabbering on about this. especially since im alone again tonight. but tonight i feel like i can take on the world. i figured out a way to overcome lonliness. Bike rides/ adventures/ music/ how to have fun being alone..

Today, I went on the most AMAZING bike ride. Since i leave close to the beach, i decided to head down there. I sat on the bench listening to the weepies and feeding a bird couple, its so relaxing to learn how enormous the world is. that you could just sail away and leave your worries and sorrows behind

On my way back home,  i decided to take a quick detour thru the Bolsa Chica Wetlands. I reached the end of a trail, and my headphones accidently fell out as i got off my cruiser. at that moment, i heard the birds call out and the life of the area come together. the feeling was like no other. i was sooo happy to be there. it made me realize that life isn't about how many breaths you take, but about the moments that take your breath away. That moment was one of them. I stood in that spot to soak in the moment as much as possible. I truly felt soo connected to life.  I was worrying too much about the small details, that i forgot to take a step back to appreciate my life. (this photo was taking during my moment of appreciation!)

Mis Pictures of the Day

My Windows View// Bolsa Chica Wetlands

So.. i got incredibly lazy and wrote my blog entry in my journal and just took a pic of it.. with my new phone btw..

I lie awake as my alarm clock stricks 11:22 a.m.

whats keeping me up so late? Life. Soo much has happened since the past month of being on here. It all begins with a boy. ofcourse...

I met him. He met me. We hit it off. 

He was the first boy i've ever met you seemed to actually be there for me. He wanted to help me, and wanted to know about my absurd past. He would take me places, by me lunch/breakfast/dinner. He would look at me, and see me. He would would hold my hand while he drove me to the beach. He taught me how to be more outgoing: he taught me how to break out of my shell. And he left me.

He fucking left me to be swallowed up in my sorrow and depression which was weeping out of every pore on my body. I don't understand what i did wrong. Did he really not care about me? Have i truly misunderstood what i saw behind those hazel eyes? His kisses were fake.

Wakie Wakie, the day has begun

And what are you going to do?

Sit

Stare

Make Pancakes

Etch A Sketch (found under bed)

Hello, sorry that i never really introduced myself to you all. I'm Jessica Rae Laughlin. Cuanto 16 anos. I live in the little sweet and soccer-mom induced town of Huntington Beach (aka, the world famous, Surf City, USA). Yes, it is in Orange County. Yes, I  live with platinum blond/ orange tan/ hummer / boobie-licious neighbors. And YES, i sincerely hate it... 

Eh, well i think im gonna head down to the pier/main street and spend the xmas money :)

Oh and the pic for the title is from Rite-aid... hugh story behind it (actually not that hugh).. I'll tell you all later!!!