Going Back To Prison. Part 1
School’s up in a couple of days, on the 15th actually. And I can already imagine the conversations at the start of classes.
- What they did this summer vacation.
- and updates on other people’s lovelife
Sometimes, people in my school or just in my group of friends are so ignorant of the outside world. We don’t even talk about news, or facts. Gossip is the most talked about between us. Either that, or boys. And I’m so sick of talking about boys. I’m not bitter because I’m one of the three girls in our group who doesn’t have a boyfriend. It’s just that, no boy in our school is even remotely interesting.
The boys in our school is either not attractive, too religious, or already taken. Sometimes, I don’t even know how they get taken, it’s almost magic. One day, they’re not. The next, they got it. Like, an infectious disease or sumth… Why can’t I have I get that infectious disease and miraculously get a boyfriend….. uggh.
Jumping and Dancing at 7 am.
My morning was good today, I woke up 5 am. Then I watched the film “Escape From Planet Earth”, it was a surprisingly good animated movie, and the soundtrack was so awesome. Well, you’ll hear it now in my blog, ‘cuz I just reblogged it for you to hear. “Bom Bom” by Sam and The Womp.
Time to break out your groove, be dork, and dance your heart out. ;)
thevalueofmomentsliveinmetaphor:
This is all I’m listening to right now.
As we soar the walls, every siren is a symphony, and every teardrop’s a waterfall.
Every Teardrop is a Waterfall.
I was watching Awkward today, I’m at the part where Jenna finally realizes she loves Jake, but Saddie told Jake that Matty took Jenna’s virginity. So Jake broke up with Jenna, and his friendship with Matty is all in shits. Then…I broke down.
Because, Jake and Matty did so many things for Jenna. So many sweet things, that a guy has never tried to do for me. And then… realization hit me.
No guy has been actually truly in love with me. The guys I’ve been with either played me, didn’t love me enough, or was too scared of my parents. The guys I did love either didn’t love me back, or was too religiously involved to be thinking of love for the opposite sex. I felt horrible of myself, was I not physically attractive?
Was I that disgustingly ugly that no one would notice me?
Even the girls in my old school who was not that much attractive (not hating or anything, just stating physical facts) had guys. My bestfriend, since middle school, had two guys fighting over her. When she obviously had breath problems, and facial unattractive-ness. And the girl in my 4th grade class, had a guy out of her league, head over heels for her. And do you know what’s the worst part?
I liked the guy when we were in 6th grade, and he just blew away my existence.
I’m not that bad looking, people compliment me everyday. They say I got the looks and height, yet I don’t feel that way. I don’t feel pretty, I feel like shit. Maybe it’s because in my everyday life, the people whose opinion I care about says shit about me. Like my parents, and brother. And then again, my group of friends too.
So yeah, I’m a depressed misfit teen, seeking for knight to rescue me from my distress.



