S E V E N T E E N
RANDOM FACTS
well, i am 17 years old, aren't i?
ONE I AM RANDOM
TWO The Sky Isn't ALWAYS blue
THREE I WANNA BE A DOCTOR/LAWYER/MUSICIAN/FASHION DESIGNER
FOUR ♥♥Has three piercings on her ears, secretly wants more♥♥
FIVE PARAMORE FAN!!!
SIX Loves to sleep on rainy days and needs music to sleep
SEVEN Loves to COMFORT the DISTURBED and DISTURB the COMFORTABLE
EIGHT thinks CRAZEE is and should be NORMAL and being NORMAL is well just plain CRAZEE. . .
NINE ♥♥ Baskin Robbin's IceCream-RumRaisin
TEN is nutsies over Usui Takumi from Kaichou wa Maid-Sama...sorry Allen-Kun!
ELEVEN WANTS: MALTESE PUPPY n Electric Guitar n Tees n Guitar Picks n PS3 =P
TWELVE DISCLAIMERS: Is Crazee and Dangerous and Deadly if Provoked. . .WARNING WARNING please proceed with caution. . .thinks that dangerous items should be kept with dangerous people namely Me!
THIRTEEN Gila Girl!
FOURTEEN pianist...guitarist..
FIFTEEN A SELF PROCLAIMED EMO
SIXTEEN Hates Being ALONE, feelings of REJECTION and DISAPPOINTMENT...well don't we all?
SEVENTEEN My Besties are a vampire, a werewolf, a ghost and a devil...and I'm their Bella...and I thought that I was the weird one...=X
P H O T O S
OUR Pictures are worth a 1000 words
S H O U T O U T
Scream,Shout,Comment All You Like
grrrrrrr......=(
9:41 PM - Friday, May 28, 2010
Is wanting a little recognition, a bit of "hey, u actually did quite well today!" wrong? Yes, I know I'm sanguine (deep down in somewhere, getting a bit socially retarded lately due to some reasons best left unspoken) ...and sanguines are "easily" satisfied with words of affirmation and compliments. Yet, that is not what I'm after, I don't want superficial comments and just words to please me. I want to earn them through actually doing something right for once. I find myself getting lost in this maze of people everyday, but who are my real friends? Who are the those that will stay true? "We" are called to love one another, but hey, where is the love? So not feeling it. Seeking for close bonds, Yearning to serve, wanting to do something I am most passionate about, but this passion, my passion has seeped away with the sands of time after being left in the dust, to rot and to fade away. Trying so hard to "fit in" closer with everyone, being true to myself and risk losing friendships, yup that's what's happening. I'm tired of the fakeness, fatigued by the injustice, lost the will, lost the strength to carry on with the cross I have to bear. Can I officially say that I give up, I don't want to keep ranting about this, but hey, at least I'm not shouting this in somebody's face, so bear with me bloggie, just a few more dozen lines or so. I find myself trapped in my little island, isolated by everyone else. All the laughter, the chit-chat, I'm missing out on. Unknown topics, distant stories, you can't say that I didn't make an effort, but what do you expect me to say when I have nothing to say? Or rather when I don't know what to say? This has been dragging on for some time now. A says something, I listen, try to reply, don't know what to say, B says something rather witty, A talks to B, I listen on dumbly, try to make conversation, gets ignored, and the process repeats itself. Usually this only happens with only one group of specific people, but the weird thing is when I am at school I can be quite a chatterbox, talking nineteen to a dozen. So, is it just me? Or them? Feels alienated at times, is being from a different school a disadvantage? Well, I tell you..Yes! definitely, because they spend all their time together, seeing each other almost everyday, staying at the same taman or area. It can be irritating at times, yeah but what can I do? Maybe I should create an imaginary friend...hmm Hey but aren't you a bit too old for imaginary friends? Well maybe...or I could just pretend to talk on my phonnie or bring a book wherever I go or I could try to say the alphabet backwards in my head...that could work. Well good luck to me from myself on how to keep myself entertained while being around some-certain-people.Labels: POV
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