So I'm not really that type of person that stays in the moment. Actually not at all. When people say, "I'll love you forever", or "No one's ever made me feel the way you make me feel", I always think "Yeah right. We'll part ways eventually. And someone's made you feel like this before."
And I'm tired of it. Can't I be a teenager and think about nothing but my boyfriend's arms around me? Can't I say "I'll love you forever" and not feel/know that I'm lying through my smiling teeth?
No. That's not me. Dangit.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
me:part 1
Woah. Haven't been on here in a long long time. It's a bit desolate.
So I'm sitting here, trying to find the perfect way to end my paper for English so that I can be remembered as a "good kid, wrote good papers, got one here somewhere...", freaking inside about my F on the Biology test and equally freaked about the harder makeup test coming up and all the homework/studying I need to cram, reading people's blogs and getting angry that people are so open about everything on the Interwebs (Seriously... It's not your private diary) and mentally blowing up. All at the same time. Also, texting my boyfriend. But that doesn't count because it's not stressing me out. And then suddenly I just felt... lost I guess? Like nothing is me and I'm just going through the motions. Getting good grades because it's expected of me and I'm too afraid not to, too afraid to fail and not reach the bar my sister set, too afraid that my mom will be disappointed in me. All of the creative blogs that I'll never make, pictures I'll never take, and curfews that I'll never break. Because I'm too afraid of the consequences. I'm terrified of consequences. And I realize that I'm a hypocrite for spilling my guts, even though no one sees them, (because who'd read my blog, anyways?) when I say that it's annoying for others to do the same. At least I don't bash on people and give names, right? Right. I feel like I'll never do anything above mediocre. I'm a jaded realist. I'm not all the time, at least I don't act like it, but I know that relationships won't last forever, people talk about others behind their backs, war starts over stupid little things that murders and butchers thousands of people, and that ice-cream won't be there the next time you go to get it because someone else will already have devoured it. You know how girls act like little idiots so that men will puff out their chests, wrap their arms around them, and protect them even if they don't need to be protected? I used to think that was the stupidest thing in the entire world. I knew that I'd never need my Prince Charming to show up because he never would. But now that I have someone, I understand. I understand all the little infinite rules to twist a guy around your finger so that he won't leave you(luckily, I don't need to use them. I don't have the kind of guy that needs twisting). Falling down and being abandoned are two of the primal fears that everyone's born with, and I was lavishly gifted in the latter department. Falling down is terrifying; being abandoned by people is twenty million times scarier than that. Even if it's a social fall, I'd take that over being left alone. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm scared of everything, and I realize this in myself. I have dreams but I know they're just dreams. I build a wall around myself with sarcastic humor that doesn't let people get very close to me, because if they did they'd see me for the nobody that I am. And then I'd be alone.
this has taken a bizarre turn. it doesn't make sense. but, welcome to me. i'm a pessimistic, jaded realist who overthinks things, packaged in a weird little box with yellow sunshine painted over.
So I'm sitting here, trying to find the perfect way to end my paper for English so that I can be remembered as a "good kid, wrote good papers, got one here somewhere...", freaking inside about my F on the Biology test and equally freaked about the harder makeup test coming up and all the homework/studying I need to cram, reading people's blogs and getting angry that people are so open about everything on the Interwebs (Seriously... It's not your private diary) and mentally blowing up. All at the same time. Also, texting my boyfriend. But that doesn't count because it's not stressing me out. And then suddenly I just felt... lost I guess? Like nothing is me and I'm just going through the motions. Getting good grades because it's expected of me and I'm too afraid not to, too afraid to fail and not reach the bar my sister set, too afraid that my mom will be disappointed in me. All of the creative blogs that I'll never make, pictures I'll never take, and curfews that I'll never break. Because I'm too afraid of the consequences. I'm terrified of consequences. And I realize that I'm a hypocrite for spilling my guts, even though no one sees them, (because who'd read my blog, anyways?) when I say that it's annoying for others to do the same. At least I don't bash on people and give names, right? Right. I feel like I'll never do anything above mediocre. I'm a jaded realist. I'm not all the time, at least I don't act like it, but I know that relationships won't last forever, people talk about others behind their backs, war starts over stupid little things that murders and butchers thousands of people, and that ice-cream won't be there the next time you go to get it because someone else will already have devoured it. You know how girls act like little idiots so that men will puff out their chests, wrap their arms around them, and protect them even if they don't need to be protected? I used to think that was the stupidest thing in the entire world. I knew that I'd never need my Prince Charming to show up because he never would. But now that I have someone, I understand. I understand all the little infinite rules to twist a guy around your finger so that he won't leave you(luckily, I don't need to use them. I don't have the kind of guy that needs twisting). Falling down and being abandoned are two of the primal fears that everyone's born with, and I was lavishly gifted in the latter department. Falling down is terrifying; being abandoned by people is twenty million times scarier than that. Even if it's a social fall, I'd take that over being left alone. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm scared of everything, and I realize this in myself. I have dreams but I know they're just dreams. I build a wall around myself with sarcastic humor that doesn't let people get very close to me, because if they did they'd see me for the nobody that I am. And then I'd be alone.
this has taken a bizarre turn. it doesn't make sense. but, welcome to me. i'm a pessimistic, jaded realist who overthinks things, packaged in a weird little box with yellow sunshine painted over.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Tee shirts with "witty" sayings on them. (click me)
I don't understand why they irk me so, but every time I see someone with "If I throw a stick, will you go away?" or "Don't be fooled. I'm only pretending to care" plastered across their chest, I want to give them a raised eyebrow, and then maybe preach to them about how, by wearing shirts like that to show people that they don't care about society's rules of old-fashioned politeness (or society in general), they're conforming to the white-trash layer in our people pyramid and reducing their IQ noticeably. I mean, I have this shirt but it's different in my book. Sure, take this as hypocrisy, but at least it's not this.
I don't understand why they irk me so, but every time I see someone with "If I throw a stick, will you go away?" or "Don't be fooled. I'm only pretending to care" plastered across their chest, I want to give them a raised eyebrow, and then maybe preach to them about how, by wearing shirts like that to show people that they don't care about society's rules of old-fashioned politeness (or society in general), they're conforming to the white-trash layer in our people pyramid and reducing their IQ noticeably. I mean, I have this shirt but it's different in my book. Sure, take this as hypocrisy, but at least it's not this.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Laughter
I'm suddenly laughing
A real, gut-wrenching laugh
With tears
And gasps
And short, little bursts
This is the laugh when you realize
Life isn't my problem
After all.
A real, gut-wrenching laugh
With tears
And gasps
And short, little bursts
This is the laugh when you realize
Life isn't my problem
After all.
Strong Enough
I'll look between
mirrors
distortion of a body
a crack where
reality slips into
a negative black.
Trimming the
edges,
honing too perfect
a slash of face
exposes
watery images of
fuzzy grey
corrupted lies.
Because of my
deception
you think I'm
strong enough.
I'm only strong enough
to break the mirror.
Famous
I've often wondered what it would be like to be famous. Everyone would know what I'd done and accomplished, or at least my name. Everyone would read my Twitter, post vapid comments, follow me. I'd be out in the world, with my name on the magazines and my hand in someone else's, a big glossy picture on a big glossy tabloid with eye-catching headlines and gossip-fragments. People would talk about me in their empty conversations while whispering in class or painting their nails. I'd know loads of attractive guys who, really, can't be all bad. My phone would be loaded with famous contacts, and I'd have two of them; one for close friends and one for "status friends". I'd have lots of money and a personal trainer who'd whip me into shape, and a stylist that would pour me into the latest fashions, the latest styles. I'd be out from my sister's shadow. And everyone would know exactly how I was feeling.
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