The Facts:
Height: 5’ 9”, 5’10” on a bad day
Hair: Stupid most of the time. Purple, but fading fast.
Eyes: Blue/Green/Gray
Race: Practically every white nation in Europe. My family got around.
Gender: Ummm… female, if you couldn’t tell…
Family: One older brother, parents divorced
I really can’t think of how to classify anything else about me, but I have more I want to say. From this point on it will probably just be narcissistic rambling, ‘kay? You have my permission to click away from this page at any time, I won’t be offended.
Anywho, I’ve always wanted to be a creator of something. An author, an artist… something that would put me in charge without putting me at risk, I guess. You should read some of my stories from 3rd grade Creative Writing… oh God, those are some… interesting reads. I still try to write, and I’ll have these entire scenes, or even plotlines and full stories, planned out in my head, but when it comes to putting them down… the words don’t flow anymore. I start thinking, and worrying about proper tense and stupid grammatical things that don’t really matter at that point and mess me up if I write them in but I have to and alkdja;ldgka;dlfgjk….. it’s just all bad.
My mom told me once that when she came to our Author’s Corner reading (parents get to hear the students’ stories) another parent told her that “you always want to get here early to hear this one girl. Her imagination…”
My mom was so proud to tell her that that girl was me.
But now I have nothing like that… I am talented at may things, but I’ve never worked or practiced, so my abilities are slowly fading away. It’s mostly happened this year, too…
I wonder if it has anything to do with that, or if it is dependent on my emotional state or my surrounding environment? The stress, the depression…
Since I’ve mentioned depression, let’s talk about something that really gets to me. This new fad of mental disorders. If you have one, that’s too bad. If you’re pretending to have one to get attention, seriously? Is that supposed to make you cool?
Let me clarify; mental disorders are not the problem. The problem occurs when you use it as a way to fit in, or as an excuse. Firstly, do you realize how stupid that is? Secondly… yes, you have a serious problem. I do not want to belittle that. But there is always someone who started worse off doing better than you. It is possible, you just need to work harder.
No it’s not fair. Life isn’t fair. So walk it off, rub some dirt in it. You know, man up. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and try again.
a;ljdfalsdjf that’s pissing me off too much and I’m going to say something I regret so NEW TOPIC
My favorite animals are probably pandas and barn owls. Pandas cuz they’re awesome and barn owls because, well, have you ever seen one? They’re fucking gorgeous. And they symbolize all sorts of awesome shit. Plus they’re birds of prey, flying things with the added bonus of great hearing and wicked sharp talons. Motherfucking talons.
Urgh, I’m cussing a lot. This usually means I need to go to sleep…. so g’night y’all.
