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i feel like posting my monologue i will be performing on friday at the drama club meeting. im so excited. and i love my monologue...its pretty ill put it under a cut so as to not to fill up peoples friends pages with useless junk...but wait...i do that anyways...
Jasmine's what i smell when i'm sad. It doesnt matter where, at the mall, in the locker room, on the way home. what's around me might be gas fumes, sweat, cigarettes. suddenly through it all ill smell this sweet, delicate scent, the slight, sure hint of a white flower. A flower i've hardly ever seen. or smelled. never at those moments. never when i'm down. but right along with the sting of whatever caused the pain- a teacher snapping at me, a friend not saying hi, my boyfriend looking at someone else. wherever it comes from, being put down, being ignored, or just being, sometimes, just thinking everything's awful and I want to be left alone. It can cut at me, it can suffocate me, it can make me feel like theres no light at all - and yet, while its rushing through me, this hurt, this failure, this hopelessness that just takes me over at times - i'll smell it, smell the jasmine, secret and shy. and in the middle of these moments when i feel like nothing at all, when i feel like im slipping and about to go under, there's a sweetness, a kindness, a soft, white flower that whispers my name, that whispers to me and won't let me go.
i like it. i have it all down...except i mess up the wording slightly on one or two things.
today...i did nothing. yes, nothing. im bored out of my mind and cant wait until christmas vacation, but then...mid-terms...joy. i cant wait to see the st johns play...i love seeing plays. just love it.
mmm...my hair smells yummy...
oh and if anyone wants to make an icon request, id gladly do it :)
Jasmine's what i smell when i'm sad. It doesnt matter where, at the mall, in the locker room, on the way home. what's around me might be gas fumes, sweat, cigarettes. suddenly through it all ill smell this sweet, delicate scent, the slight, sure hint of a white flower. A flower i've hardly ever seen. or smelled. never at those moments. never when i'm down. but right along with the sting of whatever caused the pain- a teacher snapping at me, a friend not saying hi, my boyfriend looking at someone else. wherever it comes from, being put down, being ignored, or just being, sometimes, just thinking everything's awful and I want to be left alone. It can cut at me, it can suffocate me, it can make me feel like theres no light at all - and yet, while its rushing through me, this hurt, this failure, this hopelessness that just takes me over at times - i'll smell it, smell the jasmine, secret and shy. and in the middle of these moments when i feel like nothing at all, when i feel like im slipping and about to go under, there's a sweetness, a kindness, a soft, white flower that whispers my name, that whispers to me and won't let me go.
i like it. i have it all down...except i mess up the wording slightly on one or two things.
today...i did nothing. yes, nothing. im bored out of my mind and cant wait until christmas vacation, but then...mid-terms...joy. i cant wait to see the st johns play...i love seeing plays. just love it.
mmm...my hair smells yummy...
oh and if anyone wants to make an icon request, id gladly do it :)