I hope every bully will one day come to their senses sooner rather than later to realize all the negativity that have put in this world. Putting someone down, making a person feel worthless, stupid, unneeded and unloved— that’s just cruel. Maybe you have your own problems that you’re trying to hide by putting it out on other people, but pushing, teasing, taunting, hurting, and hounding someone else for being different is never an answer to anything EVER. How dare you. How can you live with yourselves after realizing that you’ve driven someone to take their own lives? Sure, it may seem like a moment of weakness to you, but that gives you no right to take advantage of it and encourage suicide.
Every single bully should be ashamed of themselves. How can you stand yourself? How can you live with the guilt of knowing that your actions caused someone to to hurt themselves and ultimately take their own life? You may have some of your insecurities and fears, but you cannot ever take out your frustrations on someone else to make you feel better by seeing their pain.
That heart-stopping moment when someone says they have news to tell you and you can’t tell if its gonna be good or bad because either way you know something is wrong.
This is my last first week of high school ever. It’s almost time to start the next chapter to my life and learn to live just a little bit more. Meet new people, find new friends, connect with old ones, but most importantly to find myself. I’m completely unprepared but I’m holding on. I’ll take things step by step and take my chances when an opportunity arrives.
I can’t believe that I’m growing up. No longer a little girl, but someone on her way to becoming an adult. Someone trying to find herself and what she’s meant to do and where. I have so many goals for myself, but my biggest problem is starting off on the path towards it. Once I can get up, once I can get that little burst of energy and motivation I need, I’ll be on my way and I won’t look back.
I wished people knew that talking to them every day kind of annoys me. Don’t get me wrong, I like you and all, but you know, just one day of no talking is perfectly fine to me. We all need some space sometimes.
Those little thoughts in the back of my mind that ruin everything. No matter how happy or content I feel, some sort of worst case scenario always manages to pop up in the back of my and then make me second guess everything— Is it it worth it or is it not? Sometimes I just want to shut my brain off and let things be, but no matter how hard I try, I’ll always have doubts running through my head.
You put a smile on my face every night I sleep and every morning I wake up with your stupid little texts. (:
The fact that you actually stayed up just to talk to me makes me like you so much more.
I want to know who will notice and who won’t. Who will speak out and who will wave it off. I want to know who actually cares enough to want to know what’s going on even if it’s a really stupid personal reason. I want to know how many people will actually be there for me when it looks like I’ve disappeared off the face of the earth. Will you notice? Will you care? Will you try to do something about it or just drop me without a second thought?
to be stuck in the friend zone. You try your best to make yourself be noticed by that one specific person, but no matter what you do, he/she just looks right past you as if you’re nothing. They look at you and think, “oh he/she is just a friend” while you’re sitting there thinking “I really really like you…a lot”. But regardless of what you feel, you just can’t bring yourself to tell that person how you actually feel. Maybe you’re scared of rejection or maybe you’re scared of ruining the friendship— either way you’re scared of taking a risk of what could be the best or the worst.
Wished I had the courage to tell people things. Tell them secrets, tell them stories, tell them useless little details about my life that I want to change so i can get things off my chest, but I can’t. I’m too scared of criticism, I’m too scared of being judged, and I’m too scared of letting people know who I am deep inside because it makes me feel vulnerable— like I am at their mercy. One wrong move and that certain person could tell the world the things that I meant for no one else’s ears to hear but theirs. Call me paranoid, but I can’t help but think of all the bad things that would happen if people actually knew.
Thanks a lot.
It’s people like you who make this society as shitty and ridiculous as it is. Telling me I’m fat and crap and how that’s making me an ugly girl. You know what, just because my appearance isn’t as appealing as other girls doesn’t make me an ugly person. You’re ugly for telling me that in order to be likable and desirable i have to be skinny.
Screw you. You’re part of the reason why girls starve themselves or throw up their food because they can’t stand the thought of being a little chubby.
So what if I already have an album full of wedding ideas, a blue-print of what I want my future home to look like, a plan for where&what to do in my college years, names for my kids and activities that I want to do with them? At least I have a plan for myself; something to aspire towards as I grow up. I have these goals set out so that I can achieve them and feel a sense of accomplishment for myself and to also feel more secure about my future because I at least know what I want it to be like instead of just going with whatever is thrown at me. I have goals, I have dreams and my way of achieving them is by laying out years worth of events in front of me so I know what to cross out and when.
There is so much i want to do in my life and one of them is travel everywhere, literally!
By the time I’m in my 30’s, I want to be able to say that I’ve been to all 50 states of the US, I want to go to all the Caribbean Islands, I want to go to parts of Canada, go to Peru, Brazil, Ecuador, and basically all of Latin America. I want to go to Asia and see Japan, Korea, the Philippines, Malaysia, and everywhere else. I want to go to Russia. I want to go to Africa. I want to go to India. I want to go to Mongolia. I want to tour Europe for a month, and I want to go on a cruise from island to island. So basically, I want to go around the world stopping at every place possible.
But my traveling won’t only be for fun. I want to do missionary work. I want to help the Invisible Children of Africa, I want to help the Lost Children of Peru, I want to go to Asia and visit all the schools and orphanages to provide some medical help, and I want to go to Europe to see all their medical facilities. My traveling won’t only be for fun, it’ll be for experience and lessons along with eye-opening events as well as a service to help me appreciate what I have currently in America.
I think that’s my biggest dream - to travel the world and help kids who have to live in a world of poverty and unhealthy environments where diseases are so contagious but so curable at the same time, but because they can’t afford the proper help in their country, I want to give it to them for free. I want to put a smile on their innocent faces and give them a chance to life that would have been impossible before.
I know this might seem impossible but I want it so badly. I want to do this. I don’t think I would be satisfied with my life if I didn’t go to at least 5 of the most needed countries in the world. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a child and I plan on fulfilling it no matter what.
Run away and not look back. Leave this place and go somewhere completely alien to me just for a little bit. A year, maybe two or three? Drop everything now, hop in a car and drive endlessly until I reach the end of the world. Get away from the people, get away from the stress, just get away from everything and drive aimlessly into the unknown where I can be alone and pick up people and things here and there just to remind myself that life isn’t always gonna be the same routine that it is now.