brought together by this crazy thing we call
life.
and theres nothing we can do about it but ride the current. face it, if we ever try to be different all we end up with is a mouthful of salt water that burns your throat; scolding you for disobeying. All there is to do is secretly be unique. outwardly, we all are pretty much the same. And at this moment in time;; the people around me are. we are a bunch of high school students just trying to get through the day. as many know, i, on a daily basis, try to stand out; be different; voice my opinion. and where has that gotten me? Absolutley no where.
It has gotten me to the bottom of the deep blue sea. The only way out? A piece of internet blogging which will most likely be read by no one.; or;; by people who will surely laugh in my face for throwing all of this out there. You can say i dont show my feelings; and that i sometimes am a little too forward; or maybe a little too held back. Theres many words which can be used to describe my pointless existence.;; maybe i wasnt made to live the life the way i am.
Who knows; i have been called quite possibly every name under the sun. and i always "know a guy" and if you wanna play games with my feelings. Well too bad; i already constantly do that. The worst part is; the things i want to talk about the most; i bottle up. I just bottle them up inside until one day i break down over the smallest thing and i look like a immature 5 year old.
But you know, i dont mind that. It is how ive learned to cope with life. The other way is too try to make a difference in the world. A little bit like the whole "im a bad person, so i am going to help someone" swing.
I have all my dreams and I have planned out my whole life. I need a plan; constantly. Thats one thing that most people do not know about me. I plan out what I am going to talk about; and how its going to work out. Because really? I dont like not knowing what is coming next. It scares the living daylights out of me.
another fear? People who are mad at me. When someone is mad at me;; and i am forced to confront them my heart pounds hard;; as if it was in an insane asylum. pretty crazy huh? the girl who says anything is constantly scared.
but hey;
thats life for ya.