The Teenager That Would
The world's a little nuts. And I'm a little nuts. But we're not nuts together and that's a thing of shame.
For now, welcome to my madness-into the twists and turns of my teenage brain...
The world's a little nuts. And I'm a little nuts. But we're not nuts together and that's a thing of shame.
For now, welcome to my madness-into the twists and turns of my teenage brain...
Told me that I’m “gorgeous.” It really meant a lot.
My day today has not been quite good:
I wanted to cry in class today,
Spoke in front of my whole high school,
Gave a totally crappy vice president election speech,
Failed to make vice president to someone who really didn’t even give a crap,
Had to deal with an insanely short skirt that I wore in a hurry,
Thought about cutting twice,
Broke my sharpener so I could use the razor in it to cut,
Failed to fully remove the razor from the stupid sharpener plastic,
Plus, I have been racked-more than usual-with feelings of self hate and self disgust.
So thank you Erica
Told me that he never realised that I am capable of love.
He’s supposed to be my friend. He is my friend. What? Why?
Tried to get onto my blog during physics.
We had been having this class wide discussion about Tumblr and most of the people in my physics class (mostly guys) were condemning it. He had his dashboard open and was trying to show people how cool it is, which is good I guess.
But then for some reason he wants to check out my blog. And for a moment I am really scared. But, then he doesn’t follow me - I’ve given him my URL in the past but he doesn’t follow me. Neither could he remember the name of my blog.
It’s good to think that he doesn’t read this.
Sometimes I think it would kill me if people in school knew how I felt inside.
Agreed with me on how frustratingly stupid crushes are,
Told me about this hot Egyptian-Phillipino guy in her grade with tattoos and a tongue piercing,
Ensured me that my crush was a douche,
And told me I look pretty in my Facebook pictures,
Have I mentioned recently how much I love that girl?
(via guise-of-gentle-words)
I got my prom dress back from my seamstress yesterday and I really, really hate it. She didn’t follow my design properly. The neckline is too high. And it makes me look like a fat, fat, fat shapeless potato. My chest looks wrong. It looks like I’m wearing a freaking bustle. I have no idea what I’m going to do with my hair. Plus, I just feel fat and ugly and very, very fat.
I don’t have a date - I wish I could bring my friend Rita along with me because she is a hilarious chica that puts the ‘feist’ in ‘feisty,’ but I can’t. And I’m forever alone, and I just wish I was skinnier and I was confident and pretty and I feel disgusted by myself for not appreciating who I am.
Life.
It was amazing! So much fruit and the most beautiful food I have ever eaten!
I love tagine, I love the Moroccan people and their amazing tea.
I love their mint tea.
I love their pretty eyes.
I love how everyone speaks French and I can speak to them in French.
It was like a natural detox from the Western world.
