I hope it's right when you die...
I hate it a lot when people go out for an extended period of time and they have an argument when leads them to the break. After they break up, for a week or so, they go back out and say they want to "start over". But they keep the original date of them being together. I think it's stupid. How can you start over and be new if you're keeping everything? Or if you do break up, do you tell people you went out for two years, or "on and off"? I guess it's just politics?
I got went to swim and had a good time.
I got in a fight with my mom which is typical.
I saw a movie with Hanh and Tacita and had a great time.
I came home and it was sad.
"These grey days..."
I'm starting to see things how they are and not what I can make them to be.
On Friday, I have two choices. I know what I want. But I dunno how to explain it to anyone. I know what I want, but I feel like if I voice it, it'll make things more awkward and end a lot of good things. But the good things aren't as good if they are just lies. I've told someone how I feel, but I don't know what I meant. And I want to tell someone, anyone. I want to to go to New York and sit on a subway and tell an old woman and hear what she has to say. I want to hear my grandmother's voice. I want someone to give me some advice that I can use. Nothing is simple anymore. Maybe I make it that way. I know I can tell one person and they won't judge me or make me feel any less about myself. But I never talk to them anymore. This year has had so much loss and and sadness, but for some reason, I'm os happy this year.
In English for an essay, I had to write if I believed in true love at first sight. And the only reason I said no was to keep myself from thinking I love him. And my teacher said it was excellent. She says everything I write is tragic and beautiful. I am tragic and beautiful. Actually, I'm just pathetic. I write about love as if I know what it is and I pretend to be jaded. I'm so young and I have so much to learn, but I don't want to know it all. I don't know anymore.
I need to sleep on a few things.
I got went to swim and had a good time.
I got in a fight with my mom which is typical.
I saw a movie with Hanh and Tacita and had a great time.
I came home and it was sad.
"These grey days..."
I'm starting to see things how they are and not what I can make them to be.
On Friday, I have two choices. I know what I want. But I dunno how to explain it to anyone. I know what I want, but I feel like if I voice it, it'll make things more awkward and end a lot of good things. But the good things aren't as good if they are just lies. I've told someone how I feel, but I don't know what I meant. And I want to tell someone, anyone. I want to to go to New York and sit on a subway and tell an old woman and hear what she has to say. I want to hear my grandmother's voice. I want someone to give me some advice that I can use. Nothing is simple anymore. Maybe I make it that way. I know I can tell one person and they won't judge me or make me feel any less about myself. But I never talk to them anymore. This year has had so much loss and and sadness, but for some reason, I'm os happy this year.
In English for an essay, I had to write if I believed in true love at first sight. And the only reason I said no was to keep myself from thinking I love him. And my teacher said it was excellent. She says everything I write is tragic and beautiful. I am tragic and beautiful. Actually, I'm just pathetic. I write about love as if I know what it is and I pretend to be jaded. I'm so young and I have so much to learn, but I don't want to know it all. I don't know anymore.
I need to sleep on a few things.