I'll be old in a few hours. (: I really don't like flaunting my birthday or whatever, but I'd just like to share that I'm pretty happy. Since I doubt my family's pumped up at all for my aging, I might as well carry all of that excitement. So what advantages come with being fourteen? I guess you show a better image as an adult, maybe? Show your parents you don't need them everywhere, but you do need them sometimes. I don't know. A lot of you out there have been fourteen for quite a while. What do I know? I'm just an October baby. (:
But you know what. I still feel kind of down. And even I don't know why. I think it's cause I'm expecting too much, and not getting enough. Doing nothing while I should be doing someting; doing anything. Yeah I'm sorry, I'm not making much sense. Do any of my posts really make sense? You know, sometimes I think there's something seriously wrong with me. -__- I mean, would anybody sane get depressed at random times and then turn over-happy and then be depressed all over again? I'm probably some freak of nature..?
And for Izzy's post: I know you better than you think. (: You're not shallow; you're not stupid. And you would be the last person somebody would accuse of being unaware of the real world. You probably have more taste of the real world than anybody else here. And we like you the way you are; bubbly and bouncy, always ready to cheer up someone else, even if you're feeling down. It's called selflessness, and that's what you have. (: So don't worry. We love you. <3
For Michele's: You know, I really love your blog. Your little cryptic remarks always make me think. A lot. (Hurts my head too, sometimes. -__-) Don't worry, your fairy tale's probably coming soon, if not already. You deserve one. (: And for your most recent one; the first one isn't love, it's infatuation. The second one is love. So you have my answer.
^I love you guys. (: Ahha, see. There's my bipolar streak again. Depressed -> Loving.
I remember in fifth grade when my teacher asked me which one of my five senses I could probably live without. I answered my ears. It sounded right at that time. I didn't want to be blind; I didn't want to be unable to taste; I didn't want to be unable to smell; I didn't want to be unable to sense. Now that I think back, I was pretty stupid. Live without music? I really don't know where I'd be without music. It's the only thing that makes sense for me at times. Accepts my depression, stays there with me, then brings me back up slowly. I don't think anybody human would be able to do that for me. Music is like this cleansing system that goes through all my feelings and sort them out, throwing away the ones that don't belong, enhancing the ones that should stay. Without music, I'd probably die.
I'd die without you too. So why do you leave when I need you the most? Stay. Please stay.
I'll be old in a few hours. (: I really don't like flaunting my birthday or whatever, but I'd just like to share that I'm pretty happy. Since I doubt my family's pumped up at all for my aging, I might as well carry all of that excitement. So what advantages come with being fourteen? I guess you show a better image as an adult, maybe? Show your parents you don't need them everywhere, but you do need them sometimes. I don't know. A lot of you out there have been fourteen for quite a while. What do I know? I'm just an October baby. (:
But you know what. I still feel kind of down. And even I don't know why. I think it's cause I'm expecting too much, and not getting enough. Doing nothing while I should be doing someting; doing anything. Yeah I'm sorry, I'm not making much sense. Do any of my posts really make sense? You know, sometimes I think there's something seriously wrong with me. -__- I mean, would anybody sane get depressed at random times and then turn over-happy and then be depressed all over again? I'm probably some freak of nature..?
And for Izzy's post: I know you better than you think. (: You're not shallow; you're not stupid. And you would be the last person somebody would accuse of being unaware of the real world. You probably have more taste of the real world than anybody else here. And we like you the way you are; bubbly and bouncy, always ready to cheer up someone else, even if you're feeling down. It's called selflessness, and that's what you have. (: So don't worry. We love you. <3
For Michele's: You know, I really love your blog. Your little cryptic remarks always make me think. A lot. (Hurts my head too, sometimes. -__-) Don't worry, your fairy tale's probably coming soon, if not already. You deserve one. (: And for your most recent one; the first one isn't love, it's infatuation. The second one is love. So you have my answer.
^I love you guys. (: Ahha, see. There's my bipolar streak again. Depressed -> Loving.
I remember in fifth grade when my teacher asked me which one of my five senses I could probably live without. I answered my ears. It sounded right at that time. I didn't want to be blind; I didn't want to be unable to taste; I didn't want to be unable to smell; I didn't want to be unable to sense. Now that I think back, I was pretty stupid. Live without music? I really don't know where I'd be without music. It's the only thing that makes sense for me at times. Accepts my depression, stays there with me, then brings me back up slowly. I don't think anybody human would be able to do that for me. Music is like this cleansing system that goes through all my feelings and sort them out, throwing away the ones that don't belong, enhancing the ones that should stay. Without music, I'd probably die.
I'd die without you too. So why do you leave when I need you the most? Stay. Please stay.
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
