For Britney
What makes people really "real?" like is there a kernel of realness that always remains in them somewhere? Somepeople at our school are totally fake... they pretend they're liberated by smoking pot all the time, but they're all going to end up like they're parents - with a husband/wife, kids, 2 cars, a nice enough house with TV's and Stereos and everything. They can't escape it... they can't shy away from thier intelligence and never grow up. They'll look back at pictures of them now and laugh.. because they wont recognise the perosn staring back at them. Is it an image of the wrong moment, or an image of who they really are inside? You can be fake on a different level to that though. Where everything about you changes from day to day... like an onion you peel away every single cliche of a layer until theres nothing left. Maybe its not your fault.
When something happens to people... like they get a serious illness they become almost different people... theres still enough of thier old self left, but it just reminds you of how different they have become. In the case of an illness or something, its not just looks that change. They become maybe frightened. More hunched over. They look smaller, like an injured bird... like that one at school... lying there flapping its wings without anyhope of lifting itself into the air. This girl i know... can barely even lift her arms up anymore, she speaks in a whisper... She was always so happy and alive, but inside there was this extremely sad and frightened person. Which one is real? When im sad, the sadness never takes over everything, there's always something untouched that i can return to. I guess we're just in totally different situations.
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Today was good. I had alot of fun. With Mr. Fathead Sharebear Analbear Comfortbear. Me & Zac are his adopted parents. Isobel is the guardian. Zac
totally scared me with a moth today. I was hysterical.. nearly going to cry and scream! I hid behind some yr 12's with Fathead Sharebear Analbear Comfortbear over my face.
the end.
lovelovelove
elle
xx
When something happens to people... like they get a serious illness they become almost different people... theres still enough of thier old self left, but it just reminds you of how different they have become. In the case of an illness or something, its not just looks that change. They become maybe frightened. More hunched over. They look smaller, like an injured bird... like that one at school... lying there flapping its wings without anyhope of lifting itself into the air. This girl i know... can barely even lift her arms up anymore, she speaks in a whisper... She was always so happy and alive, but inside there was this extremely sad and frightened person. Which one is real? When im sad, the sadness never takes over everything, there's always something untouched that i can return to. I guess we're just in totally different situations.
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Today was good. I had alot of fun. With Mr. Fathead Sharebear Analbear Comfortbear. Me & Zac are his adopted parents. Isobel is the guardian. Zac
totally scared me with a moth today. I was hysterical.. nearly going to cry and scream! I hid behind some yr 12's with Fathead Sharebear Analbear Comfortbear over my face.
the end.
lovelovelove
elle
xx