So, I’m done being pathetic.

Sign on. Sign off. Refresh. Reload. That’s what I’ve been doing the past few days since I friend requested one of my friend’s friend because I thought he was cute. Weird. Strange. And, also really unnatural of me. But, I felt compelled. Yes. I just wanted to do something different, something non-like my normal self….

Just save me!

We talked on the phone for about an hour & 35 minutes. We laughed & giggled. Mostly I told him stories, but he asked & commented on whatever I said. The conversation went great. It was filled with humor & silliness. Gosh, those types of conversations leave me wanting more, longing for something else. I…

Oh, Warped Tour 2012

Bands, independent singers, crowds of people strange and normal, purple & blue haired, screaming fans needing to see “their” band. They are waiting to rush into the doors of Warped Tour 2012 in Camden, New Jersey. As my cousin & I waited to enter, we saw various types of people. Many were obnoxiously shouting at one another…

He was just… my first everything.

I sat down in my room for at least 20 minutes. No music. No talking. No one home. No one to interrupt me in my time of thought. I wanted to seriously sit down & think why it took so long to get over him. The past is the past & the present is the…

There should be no more distractions or screwing around with my career.

I’m searching, looking, sifting through the pack, for something, someone to talk to. I have others to speak to, but I think I desire a fresh, new individual to listen to me. Someone who doesn’t know my current situation, someone who can give advice as an outsider. I think I’m searching for someone right now….

Don’t forget the name Hope Kumor

I’m a writer, thinker, dreamer, observer, etc. I’m Hope Kumor. I want you to remember that name, remember me when I leave this planet. Maybe a few months after I pass, no one will know me, no one will remember who I was, what I did, what I stood for. Despite this, I ask YOU…

I can’t hold onto stuff forever.

I smile, laugh, act cheery & wide-eyed. I can make you smile in a drop of a hat with my cuteness. I can charm the hell out of you in a second. I can be so friendly & nice that you love talking to me. I can be uplifting & positive. But, sitting here alone…

Feeling like an outsider in the company of my ‘in-a-relationship friends’

A Friday night dinner with some friends, Friend 1: I’ve been dating him for six years. Friend 2: Well, we’ve only been together for a year. Friend 3:  Nice, I’ve been with my boyfriend for five years.   Me? I sit there & listen. Just merely listen to my three friends converse about their relationships, their boyfriends & all of…

I’m mostly just jealous.

In the midst of our conversation, he mentions that on Sundays there are ultimate frisbee games. Every Sunday. Okay. Alright. He’s not my boyfriend. We aren’t dating. We are merely friend. I get that. I do understand that & I’m fine with it. He asks my brother & I if we would like to practice…