with less than 20 days of school left, i can’t believe this is it!!! finally out of highschool! and it flew by way to fast! i wish i would have listened to everyone who told me that high school ends really quick and that i should enjoy it while it lasts. my senior year has been AMAZING! and not just because i’m a senior either ;). i honestly do not regret moving in to my moms one bit. of course i miss a select few people, besides my family, from virginia. but still. i have become so close with so many great people and i have found the most amazing boyfriend <3. not to mention i’ve gotten in to college and have accomplished what i was worried about for so long!! so heres a little lesson to those still in high school: enjoy it while it lasts. get involved. go to as many friday night football games as you can! respect your classmates. DON’T START DRAMA. and when you get overwhelmed, just breathe. because it will be over sooner than you think. F0RR3@LZZZZZ. <3
but we do. we all do. even if they aren’t even superior to us… we give people the power to define who we are as a person. and it’s a scary thing. knowing that we give them the power to turn us into something we don’t want to become. peer pressure anyone??? and when we don’t feel good enough, why don’t we feel good enough?? because we’ve given someone the power to make us feel like we’re dirt. lower than dirt. we let people hate us. we let people label us. bitch. slut. whore. ugly. retard. fat. we let people call us those names…and when we stand up for ourselves we usually end up in trouble. like we’re the ones who did something wrong. i hate giving people the power to define who i am…but we all do.
I don’t care if you hurt yourself over me…that was clearly just plain stupid. but I know you don’t like me more than I like you.. I saw her picture in your little box…and even though you don’t look at them you still have them. you still have her name on your wall. and it teases me every time I see it. which is always because its right there on your wall in your room. you think about her sometimes, don’t you? how much you loved her. how much she hurt you. and the fact that you still have all these memories of her just out there in the open like that makes me think that she still has a piece of your heart.. and I am not mad about that. i’m just hurt I think. but that’s how I know I like you more. or care about you more. because I’ve thrown my past completely away and have focused on my future; you. and you have your sights set on the future but keep holding on to the past.