The feelings better than bass drums. I’m not the only person that’s able to read the letter on your face, hun.
Getcho silly face on.
You’re the reason why you’re sad. You’re also the reason why you’re happy. You’re the reason why you experience every emotion you feel.
So don’t wait for happiness. Go out and find it. Right now. And don’t tell anyone else tell you otherwise.
I’ve finally learned to accept the fact that the mood I’m in is a result of me and solely me. I’m the one in charge of how I react to misfortune and of how I feel towards others. I’m the one who’s feeding my body on self-criticisms. I’m the one making myself feel like a complete piece of shit, bringing my self-esteem to an all-time low as I habitually compare myself to perfection.
We’re all responsible for our own thoughts and our own actions, and it’s about damn time we claim responsibility.
Anonymous asked: "I want to escape from this planet we call Earth, to find myself in my sweet escape from reality, fleeing for serendipity." beautifully worded but, lol, do you actually speak like that? I'm curious.
I’ve learned that many people find my intellect and/or looks intimidating. I’m often told that I “have a naturally bitchy looking face” or that I’m “too smart for [my] own good.” Not quite sure why people tend to believe so, but it is what it is. So to answer your question, at times, yes, but for the most part, no.
I won’t give up.
I want to close my eyes and dream sweet things, simply resting eternally without death. I want to escape from this planet we call Earth, to find myself in my sweet escape from reality, fleeing for serendipity.
Sleep is beautiful because when I dream, I have no worries. I don’t want to die; I just want to float and ignore all of the solicitudes of everyday life. No thoughts of where the ones I needed most went or of what could steal my last breath. Just the calm and steady rise and fall of my chest.
Comfort, no stress. Resting. Dreaming. A good night’s sleep.
Don’t wanna be left, left in this world behind. Say you’ll run to my side. Is anybody out there?
is marked as a truly special day for my class and I.
I mean, sure, there are plenty of other events that are much grander, more significant, but you only graduate from high school once in your life. I’m thankful for those who are willing to make time in their busy schedules and put forth effort in sharing that special moment with me. Work, appointments, and other obligations will always be there, but completing your secondary education and obtaining your diploma is a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Whoever you are, if you exist, thank you. For giving a damn about me when the rest of the world stopped.
As my secondary education comes to a close, I can’t help but reflect on how far everything in my life has come. One thing my mind constantly wraps itself around is the progress I’ve made in all of my relationships. My relationship with my family has gradually gone from distant to dear. My relationship with my friends has either strengthened or dwindled, as each and every connection is contingent upon the other individual involved. And my relationship with myself remains an irresolute altercation, as I continue to tear myself into pieces whilst attempting to tape back together those very pieces.
However, along with all of this ruminating, I can’t help but remember some of the most supportive adults I’ve met who’ve inconspicuously inspired me to reach for greater things.
My first year French teacher inspired me to keep on keeping on. With French, with my pursuits, with life. She acknowledged my fascination with the French language, pushing me to higher limits. She realized my dedication and determination to become a multilingual businesswoman, and she offered tips on being a multicultural individual. She even cried with me when she reached out and extended her support when she heard about my father’s diagnosis.
My marketing and entrepreneurship teacher inspired me to release my inner artist. She knew my potential more than I saw in myself, regarding me as “one of the most creative students [she has] ever had.” She encouraged me to apply for the Doodle4Google contest, and although my entry status is unknown due to the fact that my mother unknowingly deleted the email (fobby parent problems -_-), she made me realize I had a fairly strong shot at being a state finalist. In Marketing III, I was immediately put on promotion at the start of the school year, as she knew how crucial it was to bring in sales during a profitable season. I worked with a fellow classmate and we created an alluring display case for a Nike sale, notably increasing revenue through our promotional efforts. She and the other marketing teacher even selected me to collaborate with a painter to paint the school store.
My precalculus teacher inspired me to be happy and to be me. Every day, he would begin class with an inspirational quote and end it with an enlightening video. He always maintained his jubilant composure, even among the most burdensome students. There hasn’t been a day where the man was not happy.
Their subtle imprints on my life have thus helped shape me into the girl I am today. I’ve met many amazing teachers, but I can safely say that these three are, and always will be, my favorite ones.