Wadda hecka?

Sometimes, I don't understand myself. I have so much to be grateful for, but I just don't understand why I'm sad. It's not all the time, just when I realize my voice isn't perfect, or that I might not ever fulfill what I want in life.

But, I have so much. So how? How can I appreciate more? I'm selfish. There are people I know that are suffering so much more than I am. I don't understand.

Silly as I am, I'm grateful for the good influences all around me. I'm surrounded by people who love me more than I can comprehend.

And life will go on.

It's about attitude I guess. I'll try harder.

Feelings.

Sometimes, I don't know what i'm feeling.

If it's a crush, or a friendship, or more possibly i'm just silly.
I guess I'm worried about what my friends would think about it too... there is no way to calculate love.

Tonight was the bestest. We played at the park in the wind for hours....and so many people showed up. Even Tisha came after her family dinner. Two hand touch, and moving my body in weird positions has left me extremely exhausted, so let me just say this...

I love my best friends.

Most people say that, but I'm serious. They're just my favorite people, besides my family, that I can have the best time with. When high school ends, life will suck.

Smile.

Content

Spontaneous....is supposed to be spontaneous right? I'm good at that :]

It was so great, it made me smile inside. Sol was SUCH a good date. A great one actually. I think every other guy I've ever been out with is just....not good.

I really appreciate guys with manners. Guys that will open doors, and close windows.

It's just nice, to be treated like something other than the way I'm treated day in and day out.

Yeah?

We went to his house for dinner, which was spectacular. I'm pretty sure the Gardner mom is some kind of secret super-hero.

When we got to the dance, there were four people there, no joke. It filled up eventually, which about the point we left. Bhaha.

So great...so so great.

yestommoroday

Yesterday, I was angry.

I still am, but on a different level.

I guess you could say I'm afraid.

Of responsibility, of losing friendships, of growing up.

It happens.

Sigh...

So what?

Yeah, so I want a lot of things.

It's not secret that I want to be a Mad, and that I want to be Editor-In-Chief.

And you know what? I don't feel bad.

I work my butt off....

and anybody that wants to get in my way can buzz off.

We talked about this.

I don't deserve to be yelled at because I want something.

This sounds terrible, but you know what?

I'm going to get something I want because I deserve to.

I'm not the one putting friendship on the line, but if it has to be that way than FINE.

Bhaha.

Rant.