And Life goes on...
Without anyone stopping to take a breath.
I'm quizzical about everything going on in my life.
But perhaps that's alright.
Today I wrote a piece I'm postively proud of
in English. It was shocking, actually.
Because it was a topic I spent precious moments
scowling that it was stupid. The task was simply
to write a few sentences about Wasps. That's all.
"Wasps represent fear. Or bravery, perhaps.
Any certain person would run or shake when being
spooked by a wasp. Any other might seek to catch and
kill it out of protection for themselves. Pitty though,
that any of God creatures might seek to hurt another.
It's all in the threat. A spooked wasp might bite a human,
as a spooked human might kill a wasp.
We kill out of fear."
I'm proud of that.
Yeah, I still have some feelings for him.
Not strong ones. I just want a boy.
I want someone to teach me to live life on the edge
and I want someone to teach me to let go of it all.
I want a boy who can do that.
Friendships are decent, I suppose.
Things are looking up with Alyssa.
MADS is starting to linger again.
Chelsea... I'm not sure right now.
Me and Delanie are back on track.
And then there's Tessa. Ever astonishing Tessa.
I'd be lying if I said she didn't keep me going.
I really am SO blessed to have her.
And I know she hates when I question our
relationship. It's just scary. Real scary.
Because there is this undying feeling inside me,
that one day she's going to realize that there isn't
anything special about little ol' me. And that perhaps,
I'm not really worth it.
School is going good.
I suppose.
All I know, is I feel like life is full of
all kinds of opportunities and untaken paths.
I want to jump for them, I want to run.
I want a big fat adventure.
Instead of sitting around.
I want to learn from expierence,
not from a text book that has been battered
from kids in the last 4 years, being hammered
with the same useless information.
I'm quizzical about everything going on in my life.
But perhaps that's alright.
Today I wrote a piece I'm postively proud of
in English. It was shocking, actually.
Because it was a topic I spent precious moments
scowling that it was stupid. The task was simply
to write a few sentences about Wasps. That's all.
"Wasps represent fear. Or bravery, perhaps.
Any certain person would run or shake when being
spooked by a wasp. Any other might seek to catch and
kill it out of protection for themselves. Pitty though,
that any of God creatures might seek to hurt another.
It's all in the threat. A spooked wasp might bite a human,
as a spooked human might kill a wasp.
We kill out of fear."
I'm proud of that.
Yeah, I still have some feelings for him.
Not strong ones. I just want a boy.
I want someone to teach me to live life on the edge
and I want someone to teach me to let go of it all.
I want a boy who can do that.
Friendships are decent, I suppose.
Things are looking up with Alyssa.
MADS is starting to linger again.
Chelsea... I'm not sure right now.
Me and Delanie are back on track.
And then there's Tessa. Ever astonishing Tessa.
I'd be lying if I said she didn't keep me going.
I really am SO blessed to have her.
And I know she hates when I question our
relationship. It's just scary. Real scary.
Because there is this undying feeling inside me,
that one day she's going to realize that there isn't
anything special about little ol' me. And that perhaps,
I'm not really worth it.
School is going good.
I suppose.
All I know, is I feel like life is full of
all kinds of opportunities and untaken paths.
I want to jump for them, I want to run.
I want a big fat adventure.
Instead of sitting around.
I want to learn from expierence,
not from a text book that has been battered
from kids in the last 4 years, being hammered
with the same useless information.