Hey there, I'm Don. 22 years old, and a passenger of the roller coaster of life. Luckily not doing it alone, and have the most supportive and amazing girl on the planet by my side. And having a kickass group of friends helps too. My mind works in a nonstop visual manner, and I'm always looking to learn new things. So maybe stick around and see what we can teach or show each other.
Look, I’m not gonna say we’re like extremely photogenic when we don’t know Marianne is taking pictures. But I will say that we look damn good together. And Marianne takes really great candids. This weekend was simply fantastic, tumblr. I’ve never felt so welcome into someone’s life, family, and all things involved. Apparently the women of her family (grandmother, godmother, aunt, and slightly her mother) were already planning the wedding while huddled at a table, rapidly speaking Italian at one another. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, eh? Hehe.. 

Look, I’m not gonna say we’re like extremely photogenic when we don’t know Marianne is taking pictures. But I will say that we look damn good together. And Marianne takes really great candids. 

This weekend was simply fantastic, tumblr. I’ve never felt so welcome into someone’s life, family, and all things involved. Apparently the women of her family (grandmother, godmother, aunt, and slightly her mother) were already planning the wedding while huddled at a table, rapidly speaking Italian at one another. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, eh? Hehe.. 

Success!

In the form of delicious dinner at The Cheesecake Factory, a pretty decent movie with cuddles, a late night stroll through Walmart with Nerf sword fights, and more cuddling in my car for a couple hours. All with a very pretty lady, and without a hitch. Add that to getting a job earlier in the day, and I’d call it a very successful Friday. Keep them coming, yeah?

Spent the 4th all alone, house all to myself.

First time, I think ever, I did not look at fireworks. Nobody was home, available, or texting me. Completely alone to find food, walk the dog, and get ready to make more people happy. That is to say, I’m driving towards my mothers to go to an amusement park with her for her vacation. But today she informed me that I’m only really invited because she can’t keep up with my siblings in top of the friends kids she is bringing. So basically I’m a child-wrangler for this Thursday, and my herd is 6 kids. Again I say, making people happy. I just wish somebody tried to make me happy once in a while.. At the end of the day, I think I just want someone to genuinely ask me how I am.

But alas, I must go to sleep. Gotta get up early to shower and prepare for the day.

Excuse this interruption of your usual happy me…

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCKKKKKKKK.

FUCK.

I thought I told you to stay the hell away from my dreams, making me feel like they are real and shit. Convincing me of things I know aren’t true.

The reality is, I’m done with you. I’m done with my feelings for you. I’m done with what we thought we were. I’m done with what I thought you were. I’m done with how happy I thought we were.

Now excuse me if I want to enjoy my happiness. Because while you might be having the best time of your fucking life? I’m not. I stand here, alone. I stand here, scared. I stand here, with all the bullshit that goes on through my life. It may seem like I’m happy, but everyone knows I’m good at hiding my shit. I’m tired of getting to a point where I’m content, where I think I’m happy. And then everything just collapses on me.

Tons of people have been telling met that I deserve to be happy and that things will turn around.

WHEN?

When is karma gonna come around and give me my just desserts? Because after the metric shit ton of a life? I think I’m long overdue for a genuine smile and good fucking time.

So I ask you. No, I tell you.

STAY.
THE.
FUCK.
OUT.
OF.
MY.
HEAD.

You have absolutely no right in there. You have no purpose in there. Nothing is going to change between us, and I’m very okay with that. I just want to live my life.


Just once this week I’d like a normal night of sleep. A normal dream.

Is that too much to ask for?

/rant. Sorry if you think less of me now.

That moment when..

You go to your voice lessons class and get into a really good groove with the teacher right away. We did some scales, and apparently I have a really good voice and the best range he’s heard in all 13 years of his teaching. He didn’t want to test my “full voice” just yet, but he’s expecting great things. He was impressed that I want to get into acting, and that I beatbox. Also, he was surprised to learn that I haven’t had actual lessons since I stopped chorus and band back at the start of 8th grade. He gave me a few songs and exercises to do between now and next week, and it went really well. 

I’m just surprised at all the praise I got from him. Also, apparently I have a really good ear for the music.