Well it’s cinco de mayo…
I haven’t been on here in what seems like years… wait it HAS been a year. Well like most things, I was inspired by a certain someone to kinda get back to writing and expressing different things here. It’s a strange idea to me when I really think about it though… why would you want to have a public journal or diary on the internet for anyone to read, to follow, to spread, to talk about? I guess it’s just the new age… I’m so done with my school… screwing me over a thousand times over, the people being fake day after day, putting up with obnoxious kids who honestly just need to mature and get a life. Everything I’ve done and everything I’ve tried to do my best at at my school seems like it was momentary glory and then everyone turns away from you onto the next thing without a second thought. Once someone or something has come along, prettier, cooler, funnier, smarter, anything really… you’re forgotten. The 4 years some people call “the best years of your life” are coming to an end for me, and I honestly can’t express how happy I am. But there’s one thing I don’t want to come to an end… that would be my love for my boyfriend. I met him at this POS school and started the relationship with him at this school. For this, I am thankful for my school (and my education even though many times I seriously considered dropping out to go in to cosmetology… I have a perfect plan) I digress… Sometimes I feel like I can’t make that next step in life, sometimes I feel the combined degrading, insulting, diminishing comments I’ve heard about me and said to me piling up in one big blow to the stomach. What makes me cut out to be someone memorable? Why should I… be someone to always remember? I don’t think anyone can give me an answer to this other than my boyfriend. Which is why I love him with all that I am, he understands me more than I thought there was to be understood. For the longest time, that’s all I wanted… was for people to remember me for something, and heck maybe even miss me when I leave for college. You can’t always get what you want I guess…
