What do you do when you feel bored? Reread all your blog post duh! Yes, that’s a great idea which I did. Looking back, I came to the conclusion that I should give a little update on my not so real love life. I figured out that it didn’t matter if I liked that senior boy… Continue reading Reinventing
I’m going to start my junior year soon and I’m afraid. I’m afraid I won’t figure out what I am going to do with my life before senior year comes. I’m afraid I won’t meet my parents expectations, my friends expectations, my teachers expectations, my expectations. Will I just be another face that people pass in the… Continue reading Where I go from here
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t be here any longer. With all my remaining strength, I open my eyes and scan the living room. Everywhere I look I see people. Different they all may be but I know they are similar in all the places that matter. All with a red cup in… Continue reading What we were: Chapter I
The last post left you on a cliff hanger right? right? 😉 Well I actually did take action. When I was still confused over my feelings but kinda sure that I liked him I decided to “show” him that I was noticing him. On Valentines Day, I know its cliche, I waited anxiously in the cafeteria.… Continue reading What I’ve done.
I am a very dramatic person. A very dramatic person. If someone says “Oh sup.” I will go into an endless spiral of ridiculous thoughts why did they say sup? Are they sad? Did I do something wrong? Although my decent amount of reason makes me dismiss these ideas, being dramatic is just part of my character. Most… Continue reading Can words even define it?
Movement with such grace, Swift and collective, Gentle and warm. As if blessing my lips with passion. Who knew an innocent kiss could be so endowing? The air whistled in celebration. Nature watched while time was still. Dangerous it was to kiss without encouragement But there was no fear of my reaction. A painting of… Continue reading Repercussions
Why? I really don’t understand. How can we all be adolescents with the same or similar problems and still take pleasure in others embarrassment? I D O NOT G E T I T! I would hate to point fingers but…the kids at my school are hella PETTY about things. You would think that after 15… Continue reading Surrounded my the stench of immaturity