In Sync

Natalie and I are extremely In Sync...it's a little bit creepy. We need to stop.


Seriously, it's weird.

Diary

A couple weeks ago I decided to keep a diary. I think it'll be cool to look back on what I wrote when I'm older. It helps me remember the things I thought were so dreadful, embarrassing, or important to me. Just thought I'd share.

Same Moon ~An Original Poem By Christina PT.

A few days,
that's all it took,
to know how I felt.
I don't know if it's true,
but it feels so right.
Close together,
or miles apart,
you're always in my heart.
And when we lie down at nigh
We see the same moon.
And it keeps me going,
knowing that you're out there,
and there might me the slightest hope,
that you're thinking of me too.
Let something go,
if it returns,
it's yours.
If it doesn't,
it never was.
Come back.

Thank You~ An Original Poem By: Christina PT.

I'm seriously screwed up,
but I don't let it show.
There's really nothing that gets me through it.
Except you, and thank God.
The limited things I've told you,
you helped me with it.
I'm not perfect,
so thank you for putting up with me.
I love you dear,
thank you for being here.


thanks neds, i love you :)

That Girl~ An Original Poem By: Christina PT.

What happened to that girl?
That girl that seemed uncracked,
who always smiled and shrugged it all off.
The girl who solved others problems,
and never her own.
Who had all the worst things happening,
but no one ever knew.
The one who even hid her thoughts,
from everybody else.
And pretended she was fine.
What happened to the girl that everyone thought was strong?
That was carefree and wanted to have fun.
The one who had ambitions, and goals, and dreams.
The "Perfect" one as everyone presumed.
What ever did happen to her?
That girl finally broke.

Jealous~ An Original Poem By: Christina PT.

I want everything that you have.
I'll admit it, I'm jealous.
But it doesn't help when you flaunt it to me,
as though you were trying to make me jealous.
Your life seems so perfect,
although I realize everyone has their own problems.
I know one of yours, I know it's big.
But then there's all those little things that you complain about,
and you don't even realize what I go through.
Or anyone else for that matter.
You never ask, or wonder.
All you do is worry about yourself.
And yet,
I'm jealous.
Why is that?
You just seem to get everything you'd ever want.
And you don't even earn it.
It's handed to you on a golden platter.
That's why I'm jealous,
over materialistic things.
So doesn't that make me no better than you?

You~ An Original Poem By: Christina pt (not my best, it's what happens when I try to rhyme)

You think I'm different,
and it's actually true.
I'm not the same as the other girls you've met.
I know it sounds crazy that I know what you've been through.
Yeah, it is crazy,
but I really do.
I truly promise,
I really do like you.
Because to me,
you're different too.
Your warm brown eyes and that sparkly smile,
everything that you are, it's all so new.
I know it's cheesy but,
you'll be on my heart just like a tattoo.