I'm Isabelle.
I'm young and naive and curious.
I'm brave and stubborn and fragile.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this on tumblr but I read this middle schooler’s book called We’ll Always Have Summer and personally I thought it was horribly written, but my sister has been bugging me about it for weeks because of how it apparently pertains to my life and the situations I’ve been in in general so I did. Hahah. And oh my God I didn’t expect to be crying when I finished it because she ends up with the guy who’s a lot like the very guy my friend’s think I’m destined to be with. Also don’t think that I’m telling you it was some kind of sign or anything I’m just saying I cried like a moron because before I started writing this I was convinced that it was worth blogging.
“I think what it was was that my perspective kept changing along with my moods and it made my life one hell of a train wreck.”
I’m wondering what it must feel like right now to be that girl who did a face plant during our entrance and I wonder if she dies a little inside when she tries to imagine people’s reactions when they play their videos over and over and over again.
I didn’t cry but the rain smeared my face anyway. Ridiculous. But on a much happier note I was having so much fun and my heart rate was through the roof and my parents are proud. That is all.
