Go ahead...
Don't talk to me.
Don't notice me.
Pretend like I'm not here.
And make me hurt inside.
Ignore me.
But if you are ignoring me, then you are ignoring the world.
To the world I am one person. To one person, I am the world.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Ready. Set. March.
They say that the weather in March goes in like a lion and out like a lamb, but what I didn't realize is that it can also apply to friendships.
My March has so far been a 4 on a scale of 1-10 (ten being the best). All that March has seemed to bring is feuds and frustrations. From the outside looking in, my life actually looks pretty good. I'm a pretty happy person when I'm around a lot of people, but in the background I don't know what to think, feel, or say.
High school is supposed to be the best years of our lives, but no one said that they also seem to be the most complicated also. Then more complications seem to be added on when you get transferred to another school, need to find new friends, hold on to the best friends that still attend the old school, play a few sports, be in the school play, AND keep the grades up.
But hey...who said that high school was supposed to be fun?
My March has so far been a 4 on a scale of 1-10 (ten being the best). All that March has seemed to bring is feuds and frustrations. From the outside looking in, my life actually looks pretty good. I'm a pretty happy person when I'm around a lot of people, but in the background I don't know what to think, feel, or say.
High school is supposed to be the best years of our lives, but no one said that they also seem to be the most complicated also. Then more complications seem to be added on when you get transferred to another school, need to find new friends, hold on to the best friends that still attend the old school, play a few sports, be in the school play, AND keep the grades up.
But hey...who said that high school was supposed to be fun?
Monday, March 8, 2010
Fights.
When we fight I get to the point that I am shaking. And then when you leave, I feel like my heart is breaking.
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