Summer just fades away

Summer has gone by so fast. It seems like only yesterday summer began and it has finally come to an end.
My only regret: not staying up late and going to work everyday.

I wish I did more with my summer, did something spontaneous, did something new.
I would be lying if I said I did not do anything fun. I did meet some amazing people and grew closer with others.

I wonder what the next school year brings...

adolescent crisis

Today I have realized that 'hooking up' has become essential to the survival of most adolescents. As a person may not live 4 days without water, a teenager may not think clearly without feeding their sexual needs (for 4 days or less), comme c'est dégoutant.

Poor little 16-year old virgin, how will you ever survive?

However, I guess I'm an exception. I think I will survive just fine, how odd! I'm just old school, waiting for that special person.

On the other hand, I will be turning 18 in 156 days. You know what that means? I will be able to get my tattoo in 157 days (since the tattoo parlour is closed on my birthday)! I am planning on getting a quote from "Le Petit Prince". Voici:

07:00 on a Thursday

At the moment, it is 07:06. I have work in less than an hour and I am dreading it. Who likes having to yell at kids and being yelled at by kids? Nobody.

As for my quirky thought of the day: I wish I were a time traveler.

Out with the old, in with the new.

I have officially decided to grow my hair. I welcome awkward hair, bad-hair days, sudden urges to cut hair in the next long, dreadful 2-3 years.

This loneliness...

This loneliness is eating me up. I need to know that you will save me before I'm gone. Promise me.


"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you."

I seem to be stuck...

I seem to be stuck. Lost. I don't know how it turned out this way. I wasn't always this way. It seems as if I have dug myself a hole in which I could hide. This hole in which I find myself is dark. It is cold... lonely. I don't know how to break free. No matter what I do. No matter what I tell myself, I am stuck.

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Who is to say that I am not good enough?
Who is to judge me without knowing me?

I find it absolutely ridiculous that a person may decide whether they are fond of someone merely based on their appearance. Since when has a person's exterior become the gateway to their interior?

"Never judge a book by its cover"

That is what they say...yet when is the last time I have heard that saying? Two years ago? Five years ago?

I may not truthfully say that I am not superficial. I am only human. However I refuse to be mean to a person just because they are not of the same status as I am, or in my group of friends. We are all human.