What's been going on....
What I've noticed latley is that I only dress nicely and feel good on certain days. Today I wanted to wear makeup, that's when I know I feel pretty (that day). Weird isn't it? Maybe just to me.
Things have been giving me headaches. I feel like everything is wushing by and slowing down too oftenly. It's making me quite sick.
Everything else has been going well. Summers almost gone. I've been sleeping a lot which is causing me to dream a lot. I have a lot of nightmares usually. I just keep having really odd dreams. The biggest problem is sometimes when I'm awake, I'm trying to figure out whether or not what I dreamt happened once or not. I'm mixing up my reality and lucid dreams.
I still haven't finished my Summer AP assignments and today in spite of it, I'm going thrifting. It seems like I always find something more interesting to do.
I've been making clothes a lot latley... well re-designing them. I just love it. I doesn't feel like a chore at all. I actually have a hobby and people tell me I'm good at it. I like that. It makes me feel good, complete. It also makes me feel like maybe I will be remembered afterall. But I'm still doubting that.
I've been thinking about college a lot and moving out after senoir year. It'll be hard but I know my parents and Jake will help out. I'm thinking about double majoring, but those two words "double" and "majoring" seem kind of scary. My majors were going to be fashion design and law (I want to be a criminal attorney). I've wanted to be that since I was like 4, an attorney. My parents would disown me if I picked fashion design over LAW, but it's alright I enjoy them both. But I love designing so much more and I can see myself being happy in the future. That's all anyone really wants, isn't it? Just to be happy.
I feel like I'm too young to have to be thinking about this stuff, but I guess I'm not. One more year of highschool. Two more years till I'm 18 (actually less, but still). Things are really crazy. I feel like sometimes I'm going to be in an insane assylum when I grow up. That just doesn't seem so normal at all.
P.S. I appologize for taking up space in your friends' pages.
Things have been giving me headaches. I feel like everything is wushing by and slowing down too oftenly. It's making me quite sick.
Everything else has been going well. Summers almost gone. I've been sleeping a lot which is causing me to dream a lot. I have a lot of nightmares usually. I just keep having really odd dreams. The biggest problem is sometimes when I'm awake, I'm trying to figure out whether or not what I dreamt happened once or not. I'm mixing up my reality and lucid dreams.
I still haven't finished my Summer AP assignments and today in spite of it, I'm going thrifting. It seems like I always find something more interesting to do.
I've been making clothes a lot latley... well re-designing them. I just love it. I doesn't feel like a chore at all. I actually have a hobby and people tell me I'm good at it. I like that. It makes me feel good, complete. It also makes me feel like maybe I will be remembered afterall. But I'm still doubting that.
I've been thinking about college a lot and moving out after senoir year. It'll be hard but I know my parents and Jake will help out. I'm thinking about double majoring, but those two words "double" and "majoring" seem kind of scary. My majors were going to be fashion design and law (I want to be a criminal attorney). I've wanted to be that since I was like 4, an attorney. My parents would disown me if I picked fashion design over LAW, but it's alright I enjoy them both. But I love designing so much more and I can see myself being happy in the future. That's all anyone really wants, isn't it? Just to be happy.
I feel like I'm too young to have to be thinking about this stuff, but I guess I'm not. One more year of highschool. Two more years till I'm 18 (actually less, but still). Things are really crazy. I feel like sometimes I'm going to be in an insane assylum when I grow up. That just doesn't seem so normal at all.
P.S. I appologize for taking up space in your friends' pages.