Hey, sorry I had to post a little message. Now to the update on my wonderful life. I'm so tired right now since I woke up at 3:30am randomly. You know, I think it would be amazing if the world was different. If no one fought, and instead we sent North Korea cupcakes! They would love them so much that they wouldn't be angry! Anyways, it would be nice if no one had to hide behind a smile when they're dying inside. If we didn't have to pretend to be something. To lie every day to impress someone. I don't care anymore. Who cares what people think? All caring about their opinions means is that you fit what society wants you to be. Before I realized this, I would look at some people and wonder why they wore this-or-that and OMG they are soooo weird! No. This year, I've really realized that it's so much MORE FUN to be who you are. It's so much better to know that people love you for who you are and not what you try to be. Go crazy; who cares? Dye your hair bright pink, wear something weird to school. Yeah, you'll get weird looks in the halls, but there's nothing cooler than standing out for being individualistic. Run, scream, let go. Nothing matters anymore. Teenagers are so caught up trying to look perfect, they lose the joy of being immature. I don't try to be mature; quite the opposite. My goal is to love every day because I know that I took every crazy opportunity and made new ones for tomorrow. Somehow, I think that if everyone wasn't afraid, there would be so many less teen suicides and people cutting themselves. Violence, drugs, alcohol, and sex. Try to be cool? You'll end up dead, pregnant, or many other things. I wish I could tell more people this, because it's true. The sad thing is, even if some people read this, they'd think I was delusional. Which I probably am but that's OK. Get where you want to be and who you want be. Now that I'm done with my Oprah-moment, I'll post an excerpt.
“Kia,” a voice panted from a few feet away. The last voice I wanted to hear.
“What do you want, bitch? An apology? Too bad!” I flipped Bill off.
“No, not an apology. I wanted to explain.” His voice was calm, collected.
“I don’t effing care! Leave alone because I'm done, finished! You can go on your special god-chosen path, but leave me out of it!” I stood up.
“I'm not leaving without you.” He whispered, stepping closer.
“Damn you, just leave! I gave you everything I had left of myself, and you took it and destroyed it. I’m done.” I turned and walked down the road. When I felt a hand grab my arm, I whirled and slapped him across the face.
“I'm done, Bill. Let me go.” Again, I turned and began walking. But not before I saw the tortured look in his eyes. Now he knows how much it hurts. He didn’t stop me.
Nothing stays beautiful. Everything must end.
Isn't it beautiful? :'( I'm so mean to my characters! Anyways, I'll talk to you all tomorrow. Or post comments on your blog if I don't see you on a day-to-day basis. Such as Sarah and Alise. That's a cool name by the way, even though I probably just spelled it wrong. :) So that's all for now!
Thank you for posting that. So many times I have thought the same thing (about being who you are...'Oprah' part mostly) but forget it all too soon. Now I can read your post everytime I start to feel society nagging and remember what I told myself so long ago.
I scream into the night for you Don't make it true Don't jump The lights will not guide you through They're deceiving you Don't jump ~~~ 'Cause if you jump I will jump too We will fall together From the building's ledge Never looking back at what we've done We'll say it was love 'Cause I would die for you On skyway avenue So what's left to prove We have made it through ~~~ Everybody sing like it's the last song You will ever sing Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now? Everybody live like it's the last day You will ever see Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now? ~~~ I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me into heaven ~~~ And if our final day has come Let's pretend to carry on And if the end has now begun Live on Live on ~~~ I am unraveling unbearably empty And if this ground gives way I just hope that you’ll catch me. You came and saved me tonight Defending all my life Whoa, now I’m content with my breath 'cause I’m alive ~~~ Ich höre wenn du leise schreist Spüre jeden Atemzug von dir Und auch wenn das Schicksal uns zerreißt Egal was danach kommt Das teilen wir ~~~ Standing on the rooftops Waiting till the bombs drop This is all we got now Scream until your heart stops Never gonna regret Watching every sunset Listen to your heartbeat All the love that we found ~~~ “Shut up. Quit shouting like you’re king of the friggin world. You’re making my ears bleed, you bastard. Now I’ve got some common sense for you. If I wore a tie, it wouldn’t change who I am. If I had no piercings it wouldn’t mean I’m nice. And if my hair was black, it wouldn’t stop me from kicking your ass.” – Haru
I am an unpublished novelist, aspiring musician, and artist. You can find excerpts from my completed or incompleted work in some of my posts, but I only post them once in a while; I'll be creating a photobucket account with my artwork as soon as I get around to it. You may be able to find some of my photography and art on my blog if you look hard enough.
If you want to know more about me, look at my blog. If you don't, then go cure the common cold or something equally useful.
1 comment:
Thank you for posting that. So many times I have thought the same thing (about being who you are...'Oprah' part mostly) but forget it all too soon. Now I can read your post everytime I start to feel society nagging and remember what I told myself so long ago.
Alise~
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